The mists of time part before Kundari, and the haze of distance clears. He is peering down on a plateau where a wizened old man sits staring into the distance; Kundari recognizes the panorama as that depicted in the tapestry. Time blinks, and the same old man, now wrapped in visible flows of power, weaves cloth from materials both arcane and mundane; in his hands, even the raw essence of magic is no more than a craftsman's tool. Another blink, and the view zooms closer where Kundari can see the man finishing his spell and binding to it the activation method - the words of power, the arcane gestures, the necessary materials. This information imprints itself on his mind in much the same way that a spell does.
[Kundari can now activate the tapestry, carrying himself and anyone in contact with him, to the location depicted by the cloth.]
