Tess was comfortable sat in the chair by the fire, her booted feet on the stool watching the flames dance as she sipped on the glass of Amber Dance. She looked around, seemed the regulars where scattered around the tavern, eating, drinking, talking, as was their ilk.<br/><br/>Her eyes went to the bar to where Harry was sitting on his stool reading his tome. He looked like a Gnome but Gnomes that came in said he was not one of their kind. He sure looked like a Gnome, same build, same hair and wearing those half moon glasses that despite being half moon actually seemed to hide his eyes.<br/><br/>Not that you wanted to look into his eyes, she had done once. She had said something and Harry had not responded so engrossed it seemed in his tome. So she had leaned over and closed the tome, but before she could say anything Harry had looked up and she had seen. What had she seen, even now she was not certain, no eyeball, no colour just two black pits filled with stars and she had felt it, the vast coldness of space.<br/><br/>She had stepped back, Harry had opened the tome and gone back to reading. Nothing had been said, nothing would be said, not on her part anyhow.<br/><br/>Then she felt it, the tingle that ran through her body like ants all over her skin. The Tavern had moved shifted itself taking them along for the ride. Curious Tess came to her feet and walked to the door swinging it open.<br/><br/>Warmth and sunlight poured through the opening, the sound of waves and the cries of sea birds. She squinted in the light to make out an expanse of gold sand and waves rolling up it, hissing and then retreating.  “Very nice Harry, vacation?  “<br/><br/>Harry looked up and smiled, “Where we need to be.” Then he went back to reading his tome as Tess shrugged and walked outside to take a look.<br/><br/>She found herself on a beach, the sun beat down from a clear blue sky and it was hot. To her left the beach went on curving round and out of sight. To her right she could see a native fishing village, boats drawn up on the beach with men working on them, children playing in the waves. Thatched huts nestled in the shade of the trees.<br/><br/>Turning around she could see that the tavern doorway had appeared in a large outcrop of rock. Beyond that she could see the trees rising in a green carpet to what appeared to be a volcanic top judging by the occasional wisps of steam. Halfway up she could make out what looked like the vegetation covered ruins of a temple or something like.<br/>