[h2][center][color=goldenrod]Sir Vendril[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=goldenrod]Main Tavern Floor[/color][/center][/h3]

What a deary day, Vendril's mind lingers along as he gazes out his lavish office window at the oncoming heavy rain to be above. The clouds dark and he even got the sense that it may be a storm other than rain. Rasping his fingers against the desk as a soft sigh emanates from him, the last groups leaving him rather drained after their prattle... enough to maybe incur some time away from it all as a slight grin caresses his face as he presses the buzzer as a voice chimes in from the intercom alongside it. "Hello sir, is there something wrong?"

"[color=goldenrod]Not at the present time, but I am starting to get worn out from everything going on. I need you to postpone any further visits or clients, I'll be out for some time. Tell them that if they agree that I'll downgrade the price per the situation... and if they aren't as draining as the last.[/color]" With a 'Yes sir!' from his secretary he'd lean back in his chair as he ponders on his thoughts, rubbing his forehead and uttering a rather weak sigh. Maybe he could take a trip? He knows that Gherko II is experiencing a nicely heated summer, the thought of the beach is nice. Maybe he could go to Rutar Prime? The lounging, city and landscape are a sight to behold yet the idea of the cold isn't too enticing even if it makes for good, fun recreation. Alone with his thoughts as in the corner of the room his Weyline Portal activates on its own, catching his eye as he glances here and there before holding his finger next to his ear, just behind it as he speaks. "[color=goldenrod]Virus? Parasite? Did either of you somehow activate the Weyline in my office?[/color]" Silence ensuring before trying again, only to receive further silence.

With that he'd rise from his place, snatching his cane and slowly walking over as he investigates what may be going on. His eyes flickering over the device, something that shouldn't be working. The Weyline portals haven't worked in how many years after the event. A finger tapping on the head of his cane as he looks about his office before slowly, ever so slowly stepping through. He was cautious as he knows there are those that would like nothing more than see him or his business topple over. Though his surprise after passing through was nothing more than a spark of awe at seeing what was around, this was certainly new to him. Not only that but had a quaint and calm feeling to him, the aura of other species and individuals. How has he never seen or heard of a place like this before? It does have the features that many other a tavern however something is different about it, yet he can't quite put his finger on it. Though as the portal closes behind him, it became obvious he was going to be here for some time, might as well go along.