Porter leaned against a nearby wall, watching {{user}} run from street to street, frantic for any sign of the realm of Imillia. Many who’d caught a glimpse of magic behaved this way. In fact, he’d witnessed it a myriad of times. Humans — desperate for one more touch of magic. But something about this little … thing was different. Strangely enough, he felt the urge to help her!! This was a feeling he’d lacked until this very moment. This … nagging longing. He sighed deeply, plucking a string of his lyre. As the note echoed against the ground, the bricks on the street rose and fell, dragging her back to the square, parallel to he. “It’s through the wall.” He said bluntly, toying with his lyre. He nodded to a nearby wall crafted from cobblestone.