Edward Fogbluff makes a deal with Yishi the Gangrenous and receives a Locket of Remembrance for a lock of his hair.
More Potion shopping with Heedril, Amarion is curious about his speech impediment while keeping an eye on Edward.
More lore drops with Reot Windwalker. He casts a spell on Pimlin allowing her to speak in common with Mornington Lormanston. She reveals to Mornington more paths in which the planes flow from one to the other, namely one sits at the mouth of the Stonepool River where it meets the sea.
Crom finds the tail tip of Karna-Kar is withering while in the Feywild. He hands it to Heedril to use in the creation of a magic potion before it degrades further.
The night is late and everything closes. Amarion goes to The Bathing Pools where Mornington has entertained a crowd with his tales of adventure, all in the nude. Amarion checks with Reot if Yishi can be trusted, having seen Edward make a deal, Reot says that she trades fairly and has upheld her part in living in this community.
The party meet even more characters in the Woven Warren, the one inn in the village, where they sleep the night. They pay 2 Electrum each to get a lockable room on the first floor.
The party discuss at length their situation, their goals, what they want, what they need, what they understand. The Dargean, The Element Stones, the parallel planes, "the collapse" south of Exile's Henge, the implications to the weave.
The next day the party visit Reot in his hut. There they spill all they know, knowledge is exchanged to-and-fro between them and the Warden of the Exiled. They learn more about the collapse and how it aligns in location to the Desecrated Iron Mine, south of Dundel in the Material Plane. They realise that the Element Stone they interacted with in the Faunar Watchtower had effects in this plane, Reot's rune-grafting magic was temporarily affected. The site he has been visiting to graft his runes, atop a windy hill, matches the location of the watchtower.
Mutterings of panic can be heard outside and villagers quickly move for shelter.
The party look out of the hut window, a shadow passes over the village. Silence, except for the beating of large wings. The clouds twist in a strange shape, light dances through them, a fork of red lightning crackles and disappears. A spectrum of colour glints in the sky from the body of a large white dragon. Almost white, all colours and yet none more so than another, a prismatic array. The elegant and majestic sight lasts only a few moments as the large creature passes over head and shrinks into the distance. The party have laid their eyes on the great Prismatic Dragon, Iris Iknar.
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