"To Galasir," Abraxas says. "This means returning to one of the portals we used earlier, I think. Was it located at the Order of Skogyr?"

OOC: I'll assume that means the silence means the party is headed to the Order of Skogyr.

The beautiful domed exterior of the adventuring guild belies its ever-cluttered interior. The dent that Abraxas had made in tidying some of the books that lay about has been quickly undone. The Order's scribes hustle from task to task while Benedict, the familiar bespectacled black-haired human that has managed work with you in the past, approaches with his nose down, flipping through his notes rapidly.

"Good, you're all back. Anything I can help you with?" he asks without looking up.

"Benedict, friend," Abraxas says, sparing the spine of another book by closing it properly, "we need passage to Galasir. I believe your portal made that possible for us in the past." He closes another book. "Is that right?"

The nervy man finally looks up and blinks, eyes magnified by his thick lenses. "Ah. You all. Got it. Yes, there are several portals," he stammers, seemingly exasperated. "If you are taking on a job then you can access them freely, they're down those stairs, but of course you know that, having been there before, I'm losing my point, what was I going to say?"

He bends a section of his current page and the pages around it and closes the book, using the turned corners as a bookmark. Thinking for another moment, he remembers, "Right! So long as you're using them for work, you can use any of them, but Galasir is quite...quite large, unless you really want the scenic route, you'll want to use the one that will take you nearest your destination."

Harmony had heard Benedict, nodding back to him. "Of course! Which would be the one that could take us closest to the village where the Ranik live on Galasir?" she then said back to him, smiling.

"It's the 'brave warriors who defended the Wysto' job we're thinking of Benedict, yes," Abraxas says.  He quickly saves the spine of another book. "Not a problem, I hope?" Abraxas smiles confidently, reaches to the table behind his back and closes a book there.

"Oh! Right! That was you," Benedict shouts with a slap to his own forehead. "Let's see, the Ranik...well, they're not far from the Wysto, you could use the same teleporter as then, it's a shorter trip but you'll have some climbing on your hands through the mountains...or, the last door to the left will take you to the opposite side of the Cold Plains, that's a little longer but an easier route flat across the plains. Should take you a little over a half a day, I'd imagine."

"Thank you, Benedict," Abraxas says. "What can you tell us about the Ranik? What are they like?" Abraxas shifts and squirms a bit under his shoulder bags.

"Well, I don't know much, if I'm being honest. They farm, mainly...stay on Galasir, I can't remember the last time I saw any Ranik on Rikirta. The village you're heading to is nestled in a mountain range. They trade crops and eggs, mostly," Benedict says. "If that will be all...I have a lot of work to do today," he holds up the books in his hand as if to highlight their presence.

Harmony had heard Benedict, nodding back as she thought. "Should we get going now? If it's going to take us a little over half of a day, we'll need to get started right away." she then would say to everyone.

"Yes," Abraxas says. "Sounds good to me." He'll start down the hall to the teleportation circle.

OOC: Assuming that Garu and Simeon are also ready to teleport. There were two teleportation circles recommended by Benedict, which route does the party wish to take?

. Garu’s ready. “Flat terrain would probably be safer but I don’t mind a climb if anyone else is.”

"It would be safer to do the flat terrain with how dangerous climbing could possibly be." Harmony would then say to the group, following Abraxas.

"The last door to the left, I think Benedict said, then," Abraxas says. "It will take us to the plain."

Garu países, “On a traverse across plains, we will be exposed. Are we passing though hostile grounds?”

"Hmm," Abraxas says, "Benedict, you didn't mention any dangers. It sounds like a simple trip across plains before the mountain range containing the village? Is that right?"

Benedict frantically scrambles together some loose paper from a nearby desk. "Galasir isn't any more of a picnic than wilderness anywhere else. There's danger anywhere, that's why we're short on adventurers, and not on...scribes," he says. "The plains will be an easier voyage but you'll be more visible, if that's a thing you're worried about."

Harmony hears the others and Benedict, nodding. "We might be seen easier, but at least we would see the dangers coming and not have to worry about fighting/encountering dangers while trying to climb the mountains as well." she said back to everyone, honestly thinking that the flat plains would be safer for those who aren't as physically strong.

"I feel as Harmony does," Abraxas says. He closes another book when Benedict isn't looking. He'll also take a few blank pages of paper from his bag and put them where Benedict is sure to find them, trying in his backward way to be helpful.