OOC-Sorry, I was pretty busy, and Xarindel wasn't exactly able to talk anyways
(Assuming 1 day has past since their encounter with the Arm of Melkor)
Xarindel looks about, worried as he glances at the room he's in. He casts a spell,
whispering wind, bearing the following message to the tavern, assuming anyone is able to intercept it:
Urgent! This is Xarindel, help is required, planeshift, wrong area, at the warehouse region (name of Warehouse district, if possible-Kal), binding spell needs to be broken, be careful
(22 words, 3 words left to explain the area I'm in, if Xarindel can see a sign or something of particular note)
The chronomancer closes his eyes...and prays.