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Rohan very intentionally said nothing about the moth girl smacking face-first into a suit of armor. Distractions weren't conducive to walking into the Neverish. At the mention of the more trusted people, he took a step forward towards the magic painting and took the cue. He'd been in here plenty of times, it wasn't a bad idea to demonstrate.

[color=298e25]"It doesn't bite,"[/color] He told some of them. He omitted the [i]"unless you ask nicely"[/i] part. 

Rohan thumped the ground before him with the staff he carried, the protective magic within it and the [i]wrong[/i] magic of its wielder were well-known to the the Haven's magical bouncer. [color=298e25]"Don't be afraid, that'll get you tossed off the path."[/color] And with that, he walked through. It was nice to be back in here, the Haven was, as its name suggested, somewhere he felt reasonably safe. Despite his... [i]Reservations[/i] about the hedonistic brothers, it was quite the work of magic to make a whole pocket realm within another pocket realm. And a place to retreat to was never going to be ignored by someone like him.

The smell of smoke and human food, the warmth of a restful fire. The [i]people.[/i] It put a grin on his face.

[color=298e25]"Alright, old man..."[/color] Rohan stayed by the door, stepping out of the way and lingering near Barty. He leaned an arm over his staff, keeping an eye out in case one of the newer students took a while to get in. [color=298e25]"What do you think? I give it an hour before any of them black out under the bar."[/color]