Aria smiled mirthfully. "Methinks I've never met a soul<em>more</em>comfortable with teleportive magics than Rose! And thy sit fine with me, as well, especially after the boon of hers!"<br/><br/>Sarda waltzed through the doorway and out of a tree, explaining, "Should ye come back when someone else at the Coin has that door open, ye'll simply come into the room as if ye'd waltzed up the hall. Ye can't be blocked by the door from returning, in other words. Ye might bump into a soul and give them quite a surprise, and it may give them some inclination that such magics were in use, but 'tis not like to harm anyone more than a casual run-in. And 'tis not a room often or casually used by the patrons."<br/><br/>The portal tree had apparently stood in the center of a small hillside copse of similar trees. Aria briefly wondered if others were portals, not didn't see any with large hollows or other suggestions to mundane eyesight. She followed Sarda the short jaunt up the hill, and even before the sage opened the cottage door, she could hear a voice shouting - but not in alarm - from within, having probably seen their approach. After a moment she recognized the voice as Haledan's. "They're here!" he called to someone else within.<br/><br/>Sarda opened the door and traipsed in, turning through a small anteroom of the sort for hanging cloaks and stashing umbrellas and riding-boots, and the angling of which happened to block direct line of sight between outside and the cottage's singe main living room.<br/><br/>The interior matched the exterior, more or less, int eh style of a rustic lodge - heavy wooden furniture of lingering and savory oaken scents, a hanging tapestry of forest boughs under which satyrs chased nymphs, and a warm-looking and but not currently ablaze stone hearth and chimney.<br/><br/>Haledan sat upon one of several leather couches about a low table wrought of a single tree-slice. The blonde aasimar rose politely to full height, long of hair and body, girt in the ivory and gold tabard of an Auspician, an order of priests and knights of Tymora. He'd been poring over a few maps on the table, by which a goblet and a tome were also set.<br/><br/>Sara was just coming down the stairs. The same peach-hued gown hugged hips and bosom which lilted, too tightly hugged by the gown to be said to be bouncing, as she descended with graceful movements at speed.<br/><br/>"What news?" her voice was slightly self-checked, as if to restrain emotion, and the make-up she'd worn for the Circus exhibition was still ostensibly on, but running and smudged alongside her nose as if by weeping. She hugged Aria and Rose with unhesitating familiarity, and sighed, "I wished to say more by sending, but...the brevity of the spell...."<br/><br/>Haledan picked up, "...and discretion in less controlled circumstances," he smiled gently.<br/><br/>Sarda coughed, "Ah yes," turning about to face Aria and Rose again. "I did not formally introduce myself for just such reasons, nor name ye to ye, but as you surely know, I am Sarda."<br/><br/>Haledan stepped toward Rose, silver eyes with a twinkle of admiration. "And I am Haledan...and you I know, Rose, for I watched you knock down Garland - with fair mirth on my part, even before I knew how much he deserved it!"