Rather than trying to find transportation, and pay for it, or walk through the cold to get to the hotel, Ysera entered by stepping through the dreams of Winter Veil cheer and of a successful holiday party, and stepping out inside the lobby in front of the front doors of the hotel.

Lacking anything appropriate in her wardrobe, she had pulled from her dreams and manifested a green and gold dress with white fur around the cuffs and neckline. A green and white-furred holiday hat perched between her horns and pointed ears as well. A gossamer green cloak, vaguely reminiscent of wings, hung from her shoulders as well.

She had been a little surprised, but pleased, at the invitation to the party. The Feast of Winter Veil had always been a happy time on Azeroth, full of wonderful dreams and hopes among the young races. And it was even in honor of another follower of the Titans, which pleased Ysera, even if the young races often got the details mixed up with commercialism. And here in this world, it seemed as if the humans had even outdone the goblins when it came to commercializing the Feast of Winter Veil.