Glinda Worowitz briefly adjusted her sash, and looked to Ishel-Yenkia with consternation. [i]Had this dragon actually attempted to insult the people he and his friends desperately needed? Why was he so eager to describe what these dragons did, without explaining much about their homes or how to find them? Why did this fellow think people knew absolutely nothing about life and how things worked?[/i] Glinda needed a cigarette and a seat, and neither were coming forth.

With no small amount of annoyance, Glinda picked a portal at random. By coincidence, it was the portal to Grunik's realm. With a sound not unlike a bowl of pudding being violently disturbed, Glinda disappeared through the portal.

The sight that greeted Glinda was surprisingly civilized. A cobbled city street bustled loudly in front of Glinda, ignorant and uncaring of her fantastic entrance. Lining the streets were a cavalcade of storefronts and stalls, each dutifully staffed by fair-skinned but gruff-looking gentlemen. The name of this city escaped Glinda, but judging by the accents the shop owners were speaking with, it was definitely somewhere outside of her home continent.

At the very end of a street was a phenomenal building. It was wholly unlike the reasonable hovels and townhomes the rest of the city was populated with; it was practically a mansion, dominating the skyline like a tireless dreadnought. The architecture left much to be desired-- tacky gold paint and solid geometric shapes gave the general feeling that this was more of a child's drawing than a millionaire's estate. Also unusual was the fact that, despite the presence of a beautiful (yet equally childish) fence, the manor's gate was wholly nonexistent.

 Clients and pedestrians alike strode unmolested across the lawn and through the manor's open, welcoming doors. Atop the manor's main archway was a sign decorated with a humorously stylized depiction of a reddish-brown wyvern. On the sign was, in big, friendly letters, "[b][color=red]GRUNIK'S ALEHOUSE AND INN[/color][/b]". With little else to go on, Glinda passed through the alehouse's threshold, and quietly hoped noone would think it untoward for an Englishwoman to be alone in such a place.