You marched up the steps of the rise, stomping up the many flights of stairs in the tower before taking the lift to the top. The stone mechanism clicked into place as the elevator came to a halt. You stepped forward, not fatigued in the slightest by the final external flight of stairs. Now wasn’t the time to get tired.

The witch Ranni was gazing intently at a book in her hands. She was seated in a high-backed wooden chair. She didn’t look up from her reading as the you stepped into her chamber.

I glance up from my tome for the briefest of moments, having heard familiar footsteps approaching the top of my tower. For but a blink I gaze upon the Tarnished, before returning my attention to the tome held securely in my numerous hands. Thou hast returned... bringing good tidings, I hope. My words hang in the air, opening possibilities as endless as the night sky - and just as unknowable.