With a smile, Vianna nodded her head as Ferris spoke. "Ready," she replied before putting her wand away and taking her bags once again. She then proceeded to let one of her hands meet the portkey which sent her into what felt like a tornado of strong winds and colourful blurs at lightning speed. Only a second later, her feet met hard wooden floors. Feeling a little clumsy from the very brief trip, Vianna's brows furrowed slightly and her eyes were tightly shut for a moment before fluttering open once again. She was back in the small lobby of the inn with the old man behind the desk greeting her with a polite smile. The girl returned the smile and looked around for any signs of Ferris.