Catweazle moves in, flanked by his two men-at-arms, sniffing loudly. "For magic, of course! Fffn!", he exclaims at the sideways looks from his companions. He, too, uses his staff to tap the flagstones.
Catweazle gasps in surprise. "Hoo! Hah! Have we not been here before, young owlface? Yes, we have, I'll not hear you gainsay it! Ho up front, what say you inspect yon portal on your left? No, LEFT, not north! Am I not clear!"