Outside the Base

A random patch of air about three feet away from the main entrance twists, distorts and and finally collapses in upon itself, a portal forming about a half foot above the ground. Out of said portal steps Sir Hex, clad in his usual attire and holding an ancient, leatherbound tome beneath one arm.

Nonchallantly striding up to the door as though he hadn't just created a space-time anamoly in CURATOR's back yard, the gentleman of distinction knocks thrice, and waits for someone to answer.