Oleg Slavo scans the rockface in front of him, hugging the fragment as he is, its near impossible to see what he's looking for, but he spots it. He silently gestures, and his crew work the Misthorse up to the freshly opened portal in the rock.

Loading his cargo of bloody, battered adventurers, he says “You're late.”.

The mist horse drops away from the fragment, its hull rippling to mottled white, then rides away through the mist like it is floating on the surface of water.