The air grew thin and ripples hovered in the air, going in and out of view, as magic wove its tendrils through the atmosphere. Not long after, a swirling portal roared to life, pulsing with magical energy.
It held for only a moment before the tear in space sealed shut. With hijackings growing too common, portals were a risky venture in the stronghold in recent times.
"I came as soon as I received your message. And the coordinates..." Garron said, stepping out of the portal.
His eyes were squinted and his expression was contorted in displeasure as he dusted his coat, as though that simple act could get the residues of portal travel off him. Giving up on that idea, he inclined his head to a bow, his gaze shifting between Menarx and Kirgan.
