The mystery of Benfal (Moore, Tryll)

[Anastasia]

The words are asking for something? No, creating something. As you watch and listen, you see a tomb rise out of the ground, fully formed and created through words alone.

[Nephrite]

So do they just create the housing for the souls...?

He'll continue to listen in and watch the proceedings! Certainly, as always, there is wisdom to be gained here.

[Anastasia]

The tomb is complete - and light comes from above. A beam of light that hits everything and - it is done. As one the seven celestials vanish, leaving the tomb.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks a few times. Did he miss something there? Huh.

He'll fly over to the tomb to see if has a name inscribed on it or anything at all.

[Anastasia]

As you approach, a figure rises up from the ground. Another bear-like archon, guarding the tomb door. "Traveler, this is a sacred tomb. In here rests a soul preparing for eternity."

[Nephrite]

"Another of Domiel's chosen?" Moore asks. "May I hear their story?"

[Anastasia]

"Peace, traveler. This story is not for your ears," The warden archon says, "For I hear another calling you," he points ahead, "Go. You are called."

[Nephrite]

Moore opens his mouth to say something, but the merely nods. "Thank you. Celestia's light guide you." Moore says as he continues on. Oh dear, has he overstayed his welcome?

[Anastasia]

You go along - and the hills soon lead to a single path leading into the mountains.

[Nephrite]

He has no choice but to continue straight ahead willingly!

[Anastasia]

The trail leads out to a cliffside path - and just ahead on it is a familiar dwarf. This time he finally looks up, "You again?" he says, pulling out a flask. He takes a nip from it and gestures, "C'mon over and have a seat."

[Nephrite]

"I have a feeling the metaphor for all of this went over my head." Moore says as he sits.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, I had a hard time with getting out of Lunia the first time," The dwarf offers you his flask.

[Nephrite]

Moore waves a hand in declination.

"I mean, I've learned a great deal either way." Moore says. "So the trip certainly has been valuable. Was it you who was calling me, or is that further, uh..." Moore gestures along the path. "That way?"

[Anastasia]

"Wasn't me," The dwarf says, putting his flask away and going back to his whittling. "Must be someone thataway."