The Channeler sneered some, remaining in his stance. Then, towards the rear of the shack a pinpoint of light would appear, before forming into a line that rotated into a square-shaped opening just large enough for a large man on horseback. Beyond it was a dimly lit corridor of roughly hewn stone. "I will open one in the same location twelve hours from now. And I will continue to do the same for the next three days. If you are not back by then... Likely you will be dead or lost, and beyond my assistance." Jons nodded. It wouldn't be his first foray into the Underdark, to tell the truth. He knew the dangers. He was fairly sure Solena did as well.
"Thank you, Yeoric. Your assistance, as always, is appreciated." The sneer scarcely waivered. Jons would glance at the other two, nod his head to the two of them. "Hop on through. I'll go through last. Time to get this party started for real, eh?" A slight grin, and Feul was taking a soft leather hood from within the pouch at his side, the thing to be slid over the head. It covered all but his face, though soon enough he'll pull the lower lip of the hood up to cover mouth and nostrils.