[Glimmer Mist Park]

"I don't think-"

Oneiro eyes the deer.

Just in case it suddenly gets bright ideas about licking up the salt circle.

"-it should be alright. For a little bit. Probably? I... hmm..." he continues in that halting way of his as he raises a hand and rends open a much smaller rift that otherwise looks very similar to the first.

There is, however, something different about it. Something difficult to place a finger on. Where the first, in some indescribably awful way, feels like gazing into the eye of a dead god, the second is just...

A portal.

A rippling shape of magic.

The arbalist touches the rift he just created and looks thoughtful.

"Oh. I can't... huh. I can't feel any of the riftgates I secured. Just... I don't recognize any of these places. That's strange," he mutters before shaking his head. "I don't think I need to stay put. I can get back to here quickly. Where... um... where would a good place for supplies be? Do they take iron tokens?"

Everyone takes iron tokens, right?

They can be made into useful things.