It would take some time to make the negotiations with the Pharasman Usher - without traveling directly to the plane and engaging in the bureaucracy, they would have to rely on a powerful enough cleric of Pharasma to commune with Her and her agents, to arrange for the meeting. Fortunately, it seems that the explanation of the sword is enough to catch the right ear, and their appointment is set for a week later.<br/><br/>The experience of shifting between planes was... jarring and somewhat unnerving. If teleportation felt like a sudden fall, then plane shifting felt like being turned inside out, briefly. Even more disorienting, the party would arrive in near perfect darkness - each would be standing in an open grave, with a blank headstone, the only light the pale, unsettling lunar object above, with a screaming face. (DC 10 Religion: Groetus itself.)<br/><br/>A few moments after pulling themselves out of the six-foot-deep pits, a small bird, with a skull for a head, would alight on a nearby treebranch. "Hello! You're not dead! What are you here for?" (DC 11 Religion: Nosoi Psychopomp.)