"Yep," said Taran simply, gazing up at the large tower as they approached. Each tower was different and specific to the mage that dwelled inside, so hopefully this one wasn't as much of a weirdo as Taran thought they were going to be. With a heavy sigh and a quick roll of his shoulders, Taran walked up to the door. The door itself was white as well, but seemed to be made of wood, and was long and spindly. He wondered idly if he could fit through it. Gathering some form of courage, he banged his fist on the door, and then took a few steps back.<br/><br/>The door opened slowly into a dark entryway of sorts, and from above the door there appeared a hand, which waved at them upside down. Soon enough, the rest of the figure dropped to the floor, and the head of the demon twisted to look at them. "Let me guess," the pale white face began, forward teeth becoming all the more noticeable as she spoke in a feminine voice. "You want to use the portal? It's always the portal." She grumbled and entered into the room.<br/><br/>Taran sent Mack a look that could mean anything, afraid to betray his emotions lest he offend the tower mage. He sort of stood at the entryway before there was a loud, "Come in already, I don't have all day", and only then did he proceed inside, only moving so much so that he wouldn't be in without Mack being in too. He hadn't dealt often with tower mages, as he normally preferred to travel on land. The mage back home was hired by his family, and didn't look half as strange as this one. Luckily, this interaction had the potential to be brief.