As our intrepid party returns to the encampment of the increasingly erroneously named Solitary One, a darkly-cloaked figure can be seen preparing to receive guests.
“Welcome,” smiles Nightshade, “Be not afraid, for none dare to approach the encampment of Azlar with evil intent. Come, shed your arms, and be at ease.”
The aspiring archer serves evening coffee, thick and sweet, round the fire for all. Her mentor settles down, and hears the legend related by Red Hood.
“Indeed,” the Leor rumbles at the end, “much is changed from the world that once was, and the truth is not safe for all. And Freya speaks true; although I am constrained against needless combat,” and here he pauses to glare at the affable Ice Healer, “your worth must nonetheless be tested. Rest here, and your test will be made apparent to you tomorrow.”
Our Heroes sleep in the ruins of the Temple That Was, and awaken in awe. Instead of the ruined Temple and Azlar, they see…