Elias reaches out to Know and it feels a lot like walking through webs you cannot feel. A wave of nauseous disorientation sweeps through him, but there is no stopping now. It feels like spinning and being spun in silken threads, but there before his mind's eye, can he see an image. A large, rusty, metal fence, about ten feet tall at a guess. Around it are weeds and webs and overgrown ivy, but not on it. The fence itself and the land around it is completely pristine. More so than the vague shape of an old house it encircles.

It feels like something snapping back into place when he comes back to himself and the world sways under him. A feeling he might find is hard to shake for the next couple days, like being at sea for too long. He also might find himself more often Called to Dogtown's gates (or even beyond them) for a few weeks.

Surely it'll be fine.