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A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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"C'mon." She hops off the bar, bottle still in hand as she heads for the door. "Grab a bot. They know where we're goin'."

He nodded at the bots, jerking his head. "Okay, you two, you heard her. Let's go."

His words and actions get one cheerful razzing sound, and an equally cheering 'okay!' from Orion. The latter bot also offers to pick Davey up as he turns toward the door.

Davey looks up at him for a moment before nodding. "Well, if you're offering, I don't see why not."

Orion's grin holds its usual gentle eagerness to befriend and please as he lifts Davey up to his shoulder. "This way you don't have to hold onto my hand or anything dumb like that. Okay, we're going through the portal now, so hold on!"

Davey holds on as tightly as he can, just in case.

Orion walks through the door to the cantina, there's a very, very slight feeling of vertigo... and they come out on a grassy place at the base of one of the rock walls.

"All okay?" Orion looks at him.

"Fine." Davey has a pretty good sense of balance. He looks around curiously; everything looks different from down here.

Different indeed. The walls seem incredibly high and massive, but seem more protective than overwhelming. The terraces here are overgrown or otherwise visibly uninhabited, and the mighty river flows unadorned by boats.

It's just got a Mornbein standing waist deep in the edge of it as she chugs from her bottle and pretends that Runamuck's not in the process of doing a cannonball.

He smiles slightly. "Hey, can I get down now, Orion?"

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