And so the three elves and the old man found a place to sleep, yet little rest did they find.
At the construction site of the Temple of Istir, among old acquaintances, an unsettling feeling of something remiss kept Faber searching for information and interrogating the inhabitants. Perhaps it was the tempestuous new mayor of South Umber who asked Faber to visit him before they leave the area? Between Pultan’s cryptic answers, and the dwarves behavior, there was enough to make him suspicious.
The quiet Seltair Zara kept mostly to himself, but was visited by a vision of an ash tree with holly and olive branches being burned by a bright golden sun. Out of the ground grew a darkness in the shape of a serpent that swallowed the tree, and then fought with the sun, destroying the surrounding land to a nothingness in the course of the battle. In the morning, Seltair awoke with a strange feeling in connection to his spells.
Finally, Sylvondar, never one to resist adventure, drank too much of the Ironfist Porter and felt the effects the next morning (or was that a kick from Seltair?).