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.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gerrard said "Too much portal travelling in short periods of time makes you get used to it. I wonder if you can't make it less bothersome to travel by portal?" Straightening his shirt and wiping his shoes on his trousers, he smiled. "Ah yes, for your records... once again: Gerrard Mackaree, aspiring merchant. I'm here for a business meeting with master Motricé tomorrow. Need to arrange some things prior to it though. Expect more people to use this portal today and tomorrow. Anything else you would like to know?"