"After you." Everon said, gesturing ahead of them.
Before Menarx, a large portal crackled and sparked with magic, looking to be a swirling mass of glowing energy leading to an unknown abyss.
Or at least to Menarx that was just what it looked like.
"It is either this or a day's flight to the Fodder Grooves, you ordered me to find you the fastest route." Everon added when Menarx just stared at the portal in silent contemplation.
Menarx had indeed given such an order and he had already guessed Everon would employ the services of the mage from the academy of magic that had accompanied the fourth squadron to the dwarven outposts.
Even though he had already expected it, Menarx still required a moment.
In all the centuries Menarx had lived, he could count on one hand the amount of times he had let anyone convince him into travelling through a portal.
