As he materialized at the center of the room the swirling dust cloud wasted no time, it began suffocating him, digging into his throat all the way to his lungs stimulating lurid coughs. Drom covered his nose and mouth with his right hand, using his left to slap the dust out of view and clear a path for his eyes to see.
“Sir! What the hell happened here?” said, inching closer to the fireplace. The flames dancing inside the chamber died down moments ago, as Drom got closer to the rocking chair that was now moribund a potent scent of fresh blood hit him. His senses kicked in and he realized the setting of the room was peculiar. As he got even closer he finally saw him.