*Gel'larian steps out of a portal, and takes a moment to regain his bewildered senses. He blinks. Looks left, looks right. Looks left again. His shoulders sag a bit, as he begins dragging a bag full of hops in the direction of Hlint.* The minute I start trusting the work wizards, this is the curse that befalls me... *The hops bump a small dog, that yaps and chases after him for several miles.*