"Of course; once you return to the waypoint, the person manning the station has orders to warp you back to the Institute. And yes, that's the jist of it," Summoner Expec nods before saying, "And remember, it--" before being interrupted by a the chime of a soft bell. He sighs, looks at the pocketwatch once more and nods. "That's all the time we have; I've got an appointment shortly with Summoner Dyrus. Fare well on your journey, and the best of luck on the mission," he says.<br/><br/>You each take care of your own duties before leaving. Some of you gather provisions and supplies, others might pray for luck from gods or principles, and others take pleasure in the more mundane acts of life. Regardless at some point you all reach the warp chamber at the end of the atrium where a wizened old man looks at you through horn-rimmed glasses. "Greetings, agents. A little late? Well, no trouble, no trouble at all," he hrmmms happily, eyes bright and young despite the crook in his back and the cane on which he hobbles. "Let's see... yes... just the place..." he murmurs as he goes to one side of the room filled with small locked windows, and pulls out a key with which he unlocks one, pulling out a scroll and gesturing you to go to the middle of the room. "Come come, don't be shy, don't be shy," he says happily. "Barely hurts at all!" he smiles and hands Wyren, the closest to him, a small pouch containing a few potions and scrolls.<br/><br/>Once you have all found a place towards the middle of the circular room he pulls the scroll open. Strange words echo through the small chamber, and despite echoing from the small man they seem to boom almost as though speaking from someone else's voice. Moments pass, and suddenly you all feel yourselves undergo what may well be one of the strangest experiences of your life. You feel stretched and shrunk at the same time, standing still yet moving at impossible speeds at the same time. An eternity passes by, and a sense of vertigo the whole while, yet at the same time it feels but a second before you find yourself in a small, similar room, yet this one is completely empty. A single door leads out of this room and you hear no sound but your own breath and that of those around you.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The pouch contains 3 potions of Fly (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/f/fly), 3 potions of Lesser Restoration (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/r/restoration), 3 scrolls of Revivify (http://dndtools.eu/spells/miniatures-handbook--75/revivify--1958/), 2 scrolls of Restoration (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/r/restoration), and 2 scrolls of Raise Dead (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/r/raise-dead).</div></div>