When told he wasn't invited, Vashen looked at Fisraee and gave a gentle nod. "Alright, I won't go then." He said as they walked off. After tehy had disappeared he grinned venomously and started to walk straight towards the guest bedroom the mayor resided at. "There were faint traces of the mohers aura on him...the trail ended here." He entered the guest bedroom and closed the door, locking it by breaking the lock so it would appear it was a mere chance instead of a break in.<br/><br/>The mother aura was yellow just like her daughters, but highly faint. It was around the room, centrally strong at one point as if it just varnished. "This is strange...." he saw that even Fisraee's and the maors aura came from the same spot, though they were slowly fading away. "Alright...." he put his hand where the aura was. "Guess I gotta find a way to go wherever this aura begins."<br/><br/>He pulled his sword from his back and spun in in a circle before him. Demonic energy spoewed from his arm like a fountain and surrounded his sword, the energy seeming to make its own portal.<br/><br/>But  it was no portal. It was a window.<br/><br/>He stopped spinning the sword and stared at the window, which revealed the remains of a large portal where the aura's continued. "So its a pocket dimension......I'll need to open it." The window closed and he  started to search the room.<br/><br/>The spell would leave traces of scattered magical particles. With enough he could recreate the portal with time.