Aria answered Sarda, "It happens I've also an item of Art to ward against scryings and such. As she says, we've let none we've faced get away or take anything of us. Even Garland likely knows not we're on his trail or seek to defend Sara, having fled before we went to battle the first of his accomplices. I suppose he might recognize me as one of Sara's bodyguards at the arena, and no doubt Rose from the decisive trouncing she gave him in it."<br/><br/>Sarda nodded, and thoughtfully stroked h white beard. "Thoughtful and fortunate answers all. Welcome news for our lady - for I know hr mind for prudent, discrete safety as struggles with a desire to see you." He seemed to concentrate inwardly for a moment, then muttered, "And you've not been followed physically here, I vouch, or at least not within the premises. Which suffices for our purposes."<br/><br/>He led into the room, and closed behind him the door which was the room's only. Leather bench-seats surrounded the bird's-bath like table. One of the other walls was painted in a similar scene to the other: Tymora and Beshaba in world-sundering battle, an artist's conception of the moments just after the two had split into being from single entity, Tyche. The facing wall depicted a woeful-faced Lathander, the goodly deity whose overreaching had brought about the Dawn Cataclysm, leading to the split of goddesses which this depiction of the Morninglord seemed to behold with regret upon the facing wall.<br/><br/>Sarda touched the doorknob he'd just closed, spoke a word with a painstakingly clear voice while facing the other two,as if meaning for them to note it. He opened the door, and a bluebird fluttered in, nearly catching in his beard.<br/><br/>"Happens as oft as not this season," he chuckled with self-amused annoyance, "They built a nest ever so close, yet I haven't the heart to move it, even by mage-handling."<br/><br/>Aria looked back through the door, to see no mirrored hall. No tobacco-laced air from the Coin on Edge wafted in, but clear mountain air. Several branches could be seen radiating outward alongside the doorframe, which Aria now realized slowly warped across its depth from rectilinear to the more organic shapes of a tall tree-hollow. She had visual distinct impression of standing in such a tree-hollow and looking back out of it.<br/><br/>Through many green and flowering trees beyond, she could make out slivers of an end to the wood. The sky was the same bright but sunless rosiness of Brightwater, but she saw not the clean artful urban streetscape and gingerbread-shingles of the central Quarter of the Great Wheel. Instead, beyond the trees, she saw only a modest moss-glazed cottage upon a green hill.<br/><br/>"If such magic is not to yet liking," Sarda spoke in an unassuming tone, " 'Tis nae necessary to go through, I can relay anything ye have to say to our lady and Haledan. Closing and opening the door will always send ye right back, as would, such if ye do come along and are later coming back again, speaking the same word later from outside this same tree.<br/><br/>The mage then drew, literally from up his sleeve, two small scraps of paper with the command word he'd used, offering them to each lady. "Lest ye forget; 'tis natural enough," he said, "Jut mind ye don't mark on it<em>what</em>it's the command word to."