"Of course," Urianger replies, offering John a warm smile as they turn towards the portal proper. "There is much about these lands that that I have found most peculiar, wherein a guide may have alleviated mine uncertainties. While I confess that I am no guide, if there is some small comfort I can provide then I will offer it most freely."

Magic suffuses the air as the portal prepares itself for the journey.

"Now, if thou art ready—"

And just like that, the pair step through the glowing swirl of energy and find themselves in the village of Borrel. While the concept is much the same as travelling via aethernet the magic feels different to Urianger — like more of an active spell than a transference of energy — but it isn't so strange that he finds it at all troubling. If anything, he makes a mental note to enquire about it with the mages back in Thorne, but those are thoughts for when he finds himself alone and at a loose end.

Urianger pulls in a breath, then exhales slowly as he takes in their new surroundings.

"I confess, 'tis a refreshing change of pace to leave the confines of Thorne's walls for an afternoon."