The Traveller's raw cheeks flush red, and I find myself wondering how it feels to be without skin. They compose themselv

The Traveller's raw cheeks flush red, and I find myself wondering how it feels to be without skin. They compose themselves.

I apologise, Portal-Adept. You have no doubt approached me for guidance. Only a portal can link you to your destination. The disturbances of late have driven much traffic across that ancient network. Seek out knowledge stones, and enter the wisdom they impart into a network gateway.