Presto, breathing hard, catches up to the others. "Sorry, I...not a jogger. Just...ok. Alright. Everybody link hands, try to form some kind of circle."
As they form up, Presto chants the precise combination of runes and draws the second, underlying set in the air. Blue light follows his fingertips and hangs motionless in the air. As the runes begin to spin and surround them, he links hands with Diana to his right and Eric to his left. As the crashing through the trees gets louder, the world goes light, everyone experiences a sense of vertigo, and the familiar smell of burnt wagons reaches their noses. The world reappears in front of their eyes. They're in a small glade surrounded by natural rock about 20 yards from Presto's tower. Safety.
Presto sighs. "Ah...well. Not what I thought I would be doing this afternoon, heh. Come on, let's get inside. I'll get something strong to drink for us all."