"Actually, Mistress, the old gallery's been converted into a spice shop and apothecary. I've heard their potions are very good."<br/><br/>Maplepink pipes up, surprisingly, pleased with herself at remembering a useful tidbit that without might otherwise find themselves astray.<br/><br/>Reaver nods, concurring with the succubus.<br/><br/>"Now that you mention it... I've heard they keep the portal in the back room, cleaned up for the travelers. They don't change anyone a fee for using it, but you have to get through the shop to get to it. It's led to quite a few impulse buys. I thought it a good business strategy, myself."<br/><br/>Between Atelia's knowledge of Sigil and the fiendess' guidance, it takes them only a little under half an hour to reach the shop and the portal, a spritely gnome alchemist greeting them all with a warm, cordial manner, despite the decidedly fearsome appearances of Maplepink, Nightshade, and especially Reaver.