"This is not the way we witches do things." "Yeah, well, when has waiting around for a prophecy to do it's thing ever been BENEFICIAL to the heroes in question? I'm just expediting the process a bit." "You're vanity will be your undoing, you know." "Vanity has nothing to do with it, old crone. The Portal is open. I'll return in three fortnights." When one thinks of a portal, they often envision swirling vortexes, loud sounds, rushing wind or cracking thunder. This was not the case. Like watching a reflection ripple on the surface of a pond, the air shimmered near a path in the city park. It was practically invisible until you were truly trying to stare right at it. A scent of cherry wafting through the air seemed a little out of place, but that's what came first. The scent of cherries, followed by a medium height women in a dark blue cloak, stumbling out of thin air. In her hands was straggly looking broomstick and and a small silver charm giving off an odd sort of glow. "Seems to be a forest..." she muttered under her breath. Starting down the path. Before long the trees opened up to reveal a stunningly bizzare landscape. Tall metal and stone structures rising up like trees. She surmised that they were likely castles of some sort. Truly a rich country to have such outstanding buildings. Now she was starting to see people milling about, playing around in the grass with balls, walking dogs, or jogging along the path ways. Every where she looked, there were more people. "All right then, tell me which way to go. I don't have all day." She spoke directly to the charm in her hands. It gave a tiny flash and a glimmer, a tiny beam of light pointing forward like a flashlight to show direction. "Excellent. Now to find a guide in this world."