The man stomped over to the bar, sending a few of the larger fragments of door spiraling upwards in his wake, and sat down heavily on one of the more resilient-looking barstools. A stunned silence followed as the occupants of the bar traced his path. Undaunted, he sat down and, in a very loud voice, shouted at the bartender, who still looked rather disgruntled at the damage, but, as was the norm, wasn't really going to complain to anyone large enough to break down a door.
Evidently the sort of person used to ordering others around.
Skylux inched his way out of the door again, deciding it wasn't worth bothering with. A roar and a familiar shout of 'sorry, you looked like someone else!' sounded out of the hatchway. He shook his head, willing himself to avoid returning again. Apart from anything else, his ankle was quite sore, and those law-enforcement type people should clear it up. In the mean time...
"No thanks," he muttered, urgently stepping around the hopeful-looking street vendor.
He reached the Unseen University fairly quickly, considering the state of the traffic. The absurdly tall building towered above him in a vertigo-inducing sprawl, but his problems were much closer. Namely, the large, well sealed gate. The obvious thing, incongruous though it was, seemed to be to knock. So he did.