"Of course." And here the elf paused to reach into the pouch at his side. As he took it up, the other hand motioned Tuon to his side. A few words were spoken from the golden haired elf unto the other, Tuon seeming to sigh before taking the object (it being an innocuous looking comb of steel) and grasping it. He closed his eyes and whispered to himself, and to the comb. Vanidor turned towards Glenn and Rhaena once more.
"Tuon is preparing this comb which will allow yourself and one other access to the Enclave through the house on Merchant's Row. You will not need a guide in order to come here. Do not lose it, or allow it to fall into the wrong hands, for the sanctity of the Enclave must be maintained, you understand this?" And the male turned his hand outwards and opened it, palm facing upwards. Tuon grunted and placed the comb into Vanidor's open hand. The elf now turned, and then offered the item towards Glenn.
"Also. You may tell your Artificer that I forgive her for the use of Elemental magic in the manner that she did. I can... understand the need for haste, at times, especially for your kind. She did upset the balance, with these extra planar materials, but not as bad as Halanithra made it out to be, not once I was able to survey the interference myself." Here Vanidor cut his blue eyes towards the Magister, who had the forbearance to look slightly away at this.
"Now. Take the comb, and a skin of wela as well, and do what you must do, Sir Burnie." And there was a smile here, and a bit of ancient amusement as well.