Trazinian was dosing by the fire when the tavern displaced.  He jerked awake, looking around sheepishly.  He'd never get used to that.  And being a mage didn't seem to help.  People seemed to be moving around, and the door seemed to be an goal of some of them, so Traz stood (grabbing his bag) and headed that way.  A woman ran out the door, and onto the beach (apparently, from the sand beyond the door) beyond.  "Beach.  Nice."<br/><br/>He walked through the doorway, blinking slightly in the brighter light beyond it.  "So, are we forming a party?"  he asked to the people around the doorway, sizing them up.  "Exploring?  Treasure hunting?"