-Malakai-

*The Mansions doors remain open.*

-Tanmin-

Keeping the portal open, Tanmin decided that at this moment not very many others were very active in this area. "Shame," he muttered. Looking towards the gates, he noticed the Lycans, and decided they probably weren't of very much use in his search either. Turning back around, he stepped back into the glowing rift, and allowed it to close behind him. Just like that, he was gone.

-Tanmin-

On the outskirts of the land, the air began to slowly stir. Turning, spinning, and compacting, just before beginning to part, and create a form of vacuum. The vacuum stretched taller and taller, and the distortion within grew stronger and stronger until a rip tore through it from the top down, like a blade slicing through tissue paper. 
          
          Inside stood Tanmin, a 6'5" Yazmer who proceeded to glance outward at the goings on. As he took a step forward, and out of the rift, he seemed to be a bit curious.