Taran stepped out into the busy street, looking back at Mack to make sure he was following him. The street, for the most part, was paved with cobbles, but towards the buildings lining either side it degraded into dirt that was packed tightly by years of footsteps. It was a rather crowded day, many people were scattering about conducting their various businesses. Taran could understand why Mack wouldn’t want to be alone out here.<br/><br/>He turned to the left and began walking. A few people cleared a path for him, mostly because of the wide berth he required due to his wings. He wondered what kind of people they would encounter on their way to the portal. There was usually some form of swindler or the other trying to steal your money right from under your nose, especially if they thought you were a tourist. Considering Taran now felt he was tasked with getting Mack back home, he was sure to give those types a short audience.<br/><br/>Taran turned slightly when Mack asked a question. “It’s a concentration of magic of some sort, I believe. It manifests itself in a certain area and then opens a rift, more or less, to your world. There are usually some smaller satellite portals around the largest one, and we can probably find one of those if there’s any trouble.” He wasn’t quite sure if that was the answer that Mack was looking for, but he figured it would do considering he wasn’t quite sure how much Mack knew about magic at all.