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[Anastasia]

'What?' A rough thought, plain and uncaring, is your answer.

[Yuthirin]

'Why're you guys sitting in the dark here?'

[Anastasia]

'Purpose.'

[Yuthirin]

'And that purpose is?'

[Anastasia]

'Moving the stones, when they need to move.'

[Yuthirin]

'Well, now is the time to move the stones. Up and at 'em.'

[Anastasia]

'You are not the master.'

[Yuthirin]

'Who's the master, then?'

[Anastasia]

'The master is the master.'

[Yuthirin]

'Where can I find the master, then?'

[Anastasia]

'When the master comes here. He travels from ahead and below in the stones.'

[Yuthirin]

Tryll loses his patience and leaves, manifesting Detect Psionics to once again follow the magic toward the source of the darkness.

[Anastasia]

Thus on you fly, on and down you follow. Deeper and deeper down - it's drawing you sharply downward now. Down a time until you at last come to the roof of a vast cavern. Here much of the ground is flooded, a shallow lake here that sheds a faint light, enough to see dimly by. Within that shallow lake is a small island, on which sits a crystalline sphere, a floating space around it of twisting shadows, all connecting to it.

[Yuthirin]

Awesome. Disintegrate.

[Anastasia]

Make the attack roll.