Thread:Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali/@comment-26084195-20161011170236/@comment-26084195-20161011173151

Noted.

A new day, as the golden sun spills into your study. You realize that you have been up all night, using your powers of world-vision to first look for traces of the priestess, then to carefully scan what little of Myrror wasn't shrouded in mist to you.

Speaking of Myrror, you recall that the expeditionary forces were to set off to the Dwarven lands at dawn, and must be waiting for you to cast the planar travel spell.