Brooke gave Alma a small smile and a pat on the back. "You need to relax dear." Behind them Flint snorted as he looked through a pile of books, thumbing through pages. When he found what he was looking for he shoved the book under his arm, and walked over to a desk, pulling out a few scrolls, and a sack. "Alright, Alma we can go. Brooke, darling, I promise to tell you everything ok? And I promise to be safe. If anyone ask, you never saw us." He gave the elf a quick kiss to the cheek and looked to Alma. "Hold this for me." the book and scrolls were shoved into her hands, dust coating the front of her tunic. Flint pulled the sack open, and pulled out a coin.<br/><br/>The brass was warm in his palm, and Flint focused hard on the magic, coaxing it out. It sparked to life, and Flint dropped it, watching as the space it touched opened. Flint smirked at Alma, and grabbed her hand. "Don't let go, or who knows where you'll end up." And just like that, the two were falling through the portal. It felt like diving into the ocean. The magic curled around the two of them, before dropping them out in a forest, standing in virtually the same spot they had been at the Honey Suckle.