As pedantic as he can be at times, Horvath knows when it’s time to move quickly rather than talk. As soon as everyone is back and seems ready to move out, he does not waste time. One of the rings on his right hand glows blue, and he lifts his hands, focusing on an empty space just next to their small gathering.

The theatrics will likely be lost on the two men who can’t see, but they may feel the weird crackle of ozone that tends to accompany things like ripping a very small rent in space. When he has only himself to transport, there are simpler methods, but there are several people here and he can’t be sure how comfortable all of them are with magic. Rather than causing them to be pulled from one place to another, he opens a shimmering, rippling space in the air, as wide as double doors, through which they can see the drafty living room of the safe house. There is no frame to this doorway but a border of uncertain air that is probably distressing to look at too closely. They are faced with a large and roughly oval hole in the world, on the other side of which is their destination.

Horvath gives the assembled men a mild nod towards the gate. “It’s easiest if I go through last.” Not absolutely necessary, but easiest. He’ll wait until they’re all through, and follow last, letting the doorway close up behind him and the air resolve back into nothing more than ordinary air.