"No," he said, then paused to reconsider. "..Or at least I don't believe so." The utter blackness of the portal unnerved him, but that the eye had approached him, recognized him, and then fled pulled endlessly at his curiosity. They'd likely only have this chance to find out.

At least the introduction was about as painless as any.

"I can fight," he assured, though the sword on his back was probably a testament to that. He drew a wand from his sleeve, then turned his left palm up to trace a rune into his skin. With a quick word in Osmarius, a shining orb blinked into being, suspended over his upturned palm. It radiated a bright, soft light.

He took a breath.

"I'll go first," he volunteered, stepping forward to crawl through on three limbs while he held their light aloft. Once inside, he straightened up and offered a hand out, quietly desperate with the hope that it wouldn't close him in alone.

"Isabel? Mr. Fell? It appears safe for now.."