As you emerged from the portal, you found yourself in a sparsely furnished room, the warm Citadelian summer in full swing, the air around you pleasantly warm. The room was well lit, and apart from the actual portal, contained a simple desk behind which sat a robed man, a big leather-bound book before him. The only exit was a stone arch, flanked on each side by a tall guard in finely crafted suit of armor, a halberd in hand, neither of them moving an inch. The robed man rised to greet you.
The man coughed, trying to draw attention to himself, and a flicker later spoke in a slightly raised voice, just in case you had missed his cough. "Welcome to the Temple of Pecunia. And welcome to Citadel. Take a bit of time to regain your composure, and then I will just take down your names for the records and gladly help you find whatever it is you wish to find." He smiled politely and retook his seat, pretending to write something down, giving you some privacy.
Gaelena found her feet, but her stomach was still lodged in her throat once she came through the portal, her normally fair skin turning a shade paler from the queasiness that welled up in her. Using the techniques she had learned, she calmed herself, setting herself to right before even attempting a coherent thought, much less sentence.
Turning to the robed figure finally, she gave him a smile, cinched her bag up on her shoulder, a slight clinking sound coming from within. "Gaelena Denaro," she said, then the smile slipped. "I received a letter from my father, Figaro Denaro, informing me of my mother's illness." She held the well traveled letter in her hand. "I do hope I am not too late."
She and her mother had never been close, but she had still raised her and it was her duty, both as daughter and as a healer, to try and do anything she could to help. She supposed the letter was her father's way of apologizing and inviting her to come home again. She would take it that way, anyway.