I thought you agreed to my terms, yet here you are, panicking.

[extremely unimpressed. just tucks his free arm across his chest again and takes another sip of his coffee, watching him with narrowed, almost contemptuous eyes]

It's called a darkness corridor, though they're more commonly referred to as portals. It's a short cut. Like I said, you have to trust me. Or I can just leave you and your horse here for people who aren't as nice as me to come along and tear you both into shreds. Your choice.