"...I want power," says Clint for some reason without thinking.

"Oh, that's an easy one, here." The pointy-eared one snaps and in a blink, Clint, Vaynal, and the bonded one are in an open field.

There is a sizzling or crackling buzz humming in the background. "There, right there behind you."

There it was as Elvira mentioned as Clint guessed what everyone was talking about. It was like a shimmer, a tear, or a mirror. It was like the air around here was thick, but the light at the same time. And again the surroundings were tearing off the ground with some trees and bushes, some rocks just floating upside down even.

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Vanyal recognized it immediately, it was just like the portal that brought him here. He felt a slight twinge, not of pain or discomfort, something different and not necessarily bad but unfamiliar, in his mind as he gazed at it. The shimmer entranced him as he again reached out to caress the edges of the portal, maybe this one would take him home. He wanted to return home, but he had come to enjoy the company of Clint and the others.

"Well? UH, Oh looks like we brought some friends... from the Cloakwood." The whinny midget voiced.