[u][b]9:43 AM, December 3rd
The Wedge; Hub City[/b][/u]
[@Blackstripe]

Clayton nodded over to Samantha, reaching into his jacket pocket for a moment and removing the heavy bag of salt he'd brought along. The cat was clever, and if it knew The Master then this would probably go a lot easier than he had figured. He stood then, opening up the enormous zip-lock bag and starting toward the largest empty spot in the kitchen.

"Of course. Would be rude of me to show up uninvited [i]and[/i] without the proper tools." He said before dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. Without a further word he knelt down and began to draw with a thick finger in the pile of salt. It was delicate work, creating the spell for teleportation, but he was well practiced at it. A square, then a circle, a triangle, another square and another triangle later the intricate spell was complete. He smiled back at the two, pressing two fingers against the inner triangle. The salt suddenly solidified, forming a surface of what looked like gleaming, wet obsidian, and it began to collapse into a flight of stairs down into inky blackness, fog sifting up through the portal.

"Right this way, ladies." He said with a faint smirk, and then started down the stairs.