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Maryl emerged from her room mostly dressed. She carried her thigh high socks and her travel bag as she made her way down the hall and down stairs to the couch. After taking a seat and putting on the right sock, she called up toward the stairs, "Okay! I'm ready when you are!", while putting on the left. To keep busy, she flipped open her travel bag to make sure it contained the things she needed.

"Take your time!" Maryl called back up as she took her spell book from her bag. She began to thumb through it, inspecting the faintly illuminated letters of draconic text and symbols within. She knew how to cast some of them without preparation time or reading through them from the book but the sheer number made doing so with all of them an impossibility. After taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, she stuck the ribbon page marker into the book and put it away again.

Maryl got up from the couch and approached Seth, stooping down by the edge of the step and smiling. "Well, for convenience, lets just stick to teleporting there." She approached the door and slid her shoes from by the door stepping into them, sliding them on, then tapping her toes to make sure her flats were snug.

Maryl took her cloak from the coat tree and followed Seth out the door, stopping to close and lock it since she was the last to exit. She hurried down the porch steps and up to Seth in the grass before she took out her wand and began to hold it up. "Okay, here we go." A magic circle, the same as before appeared beneath them. the air around them began to swirl, picking up the already displaced dirt at the edge of the circle. As the circle glowed brightly, the two of them faded into the light to be whisked away to the refuge.

After some time to rummage about the house, do some cleaning, stop for lunch, and get some projects started, Kel emerged from the front door. He hadn't put away his sword and though hidden in his coat, his gun remained on hand. He carried a pair of swords he had crafted in the past, one was a wavy blade of flame, a flamberge. The blade itself resembled a lick of flame standing straight up off of the hilt colored of flame. The other was a thick Talwar of whirling gales. The blade took on a greenish hue and the hilt had a rounder knuckle guard similar to a cutlass.

After a short walk directly away from the house, Kel stopped some 50 feet away leaving a nice setting of house and trees lining the edge of his yard. Taking a stance and preparing his mind, he began to practice maneuvers and techniques of a twin sword style forgotten to this world.

A portal opened up next to the porch steps of the house. Maryl stepped out after Seth leaving the portal to quietly collapse. She took a brief look around to make sure they were in the right place and sighed in relief. They were home again, yet still it was rather quiet. "I wonder if your dad is home?"

Maryl stepped quietly inside after Seth. She took a moment to place her bag by the coat tree and stand it up against the wall. She sat at the landing to take her shoes off without stumbling, leaving them sitting next to Seth's boots. It looked like Kel's shoes weren't there but since he did use them for work it wasn't surprising. "I guess you're right." She replied to Seth. "Though if I may ask, why does your dad not go adventuring? He seems like he'd be very capable."

"Oh, it was great," Maryl smiled. Her smile turned to a bit of surprise as the rest of the day came back to her mind. "Well, it was a bit strange too." She remembered the refuge and began to wonder about the safety of the refuge again. She couldn't bring herself to actually trust the two strange gray women who knew their names but seemed to secretive at the same time. Being attacked by skeletons wasn't all that pleasant either. Making her way over to her spot on the couch and sitting down, she shook away those thoughts and smiled again.