You start walking up the path, and find yourself traveling through some pretty deep woods. Fortunately, whoever sent you the invitation has carved away the foliage, allowing you to pass through the woods relatively unhindered by the thick branches and undergrowth. The path gets fairly rough near the end, but you see daylight in the distance, and lengthen your stride as you reach it...
Great. Just great. You're outside the woods, alright, and you can finally see the Aerie... but it appears to be at the top of a sheer cliff. You are not in the mood to go climbing today... especially since you left your grappling hook and pickax at home, not to mention the safety net. You turn to leave...
And feel something... close around your shoulders? What in...? Before you can react, you are picked up off the ground, and the world starts spinning wildly... you shut your eyes, feeling more than a little queasy from the dips and turns you seem to be going through. What is this thing that has hold of you? You feel your feet touch solid ground again, and the whatever-it-is lets go of your shoulders. You collect your composure and
open your eyes...