The hand of the short, yet stout woman rose to her side, aimed at the large interdimensional portal in sign of invitation. "My lord awaits inside." She said, loudly and clearly. Words which she had repeated time and time again in preparation for this moment, sometimes in front of a mirror, sometimes within her own head. It was her part in the play, the part that she had been selected for from a group of thousands of her peers, and she was going to perform it perfectly.