"Take it," the dwarf woman says. "It's just clogging up my inventory."

"Jov's House o' Portals," the dwarf confirms. "It's right up Gygax Street, four blocks. Creepy-lookin', seven foot tall fella. Most reliable portal dealer in town. If ya'll haven't made deals with Arcane before, don't agree to anything with open-ended terms."

Jov's House o' Portals isn't a "House" in the sense that it has walls. It's more of an extremely large pagoda tent, with a number of free standing doors scattered about. A very tall man with light blue skin awaits. Every part of him seems a bit too long, from his fingers to the shape of his head.

"Greetings, travelers," he says. "To where can I grant you passage?"

When the group reaches the house of portals Doen will apparently be the first to speak, with her usual rapid fire questions and bouncing attention span "Hi Mr. Tall Blue Guy, or you Joe? Or was what it Jov? We'd like a portal to uh, where was it again? The place they brew soda? I never actually did find out what soda, but I suppose I'll find out by the end of all this anyways. It doesn't all smell as bad as that Hermit Ale does it? Oh yea, now I remember it was the Atlas Tape Mountains! I think? I do remember Keep on the Boarderlands. Was that where we were suppose to go?"

"Ah, yes, of course," Jov says, slowly, nodding slightly as he speaks. "The Keep on the Borderland. Very popular, very basic." He stretches a hand toward a green door. "You shall be able to reach the grounds not far at all from the Keep through this portal, for a meager sum of one gold per person, with return guaranteed. The key to the portal is the same both ways." He hasn't yet said what that key is, or handed it to you if it is, in fact, a literal key.