"Then let's get you there."
Racksdin opens a vial on his belt, dips his finger in, then draws some weird symbols in the air with his finger. The blood glows and comes off his finger, floating in the air. After he's done writing the symbol, he swipes it out of the air as fast as he made it. Then he and Ges both vanish, as if they were there one moment and gone the next. The next conscious instance, Ges is standing on a stone pier, slick with icy sludge.
Though the clouds and snow are too thick this far out to see the whole city, the stark black tops of can be seen further into the city. Everything made by man here is made of the same black stone, a harsh contrast against the perpetually white-and-gray atmosphere. There's a lighthouse, too, but even its light doesn't do much to penetrate the fog.
Above all, it's terrifyingly cold. But Racksdin doesn't seem to mind, instead letting his coat billow in the wind. "Here you go. Kejlras, jewel of Yrala."
edited 27th Mar '15 5:38:15 PM by ramuf

-Looks at them-
I can't fault you for helping in our overall goal.
But next time, tell me before you leave.