It's impossible to tell. The passage of time here seems indeterminable.

[ Once again his gaze lifts to the sunless sky overhead. Not quite the perpetual sunset of the Isle, though not far off either. There's a wince as Wrathion suddenly tugs a little too far in one direction, before he shifts closer in an effort to relieve the discomfort. ]

But I did speak with her. The woman who wanted us to retrieve the tokens, yes?