Injured and with a limp, Dainsleif enters your residence. He looks horrible, to be honest...Bloodied and cut, with a split lip and the works. You take his face in your hands, and he spills what happened.

"I lost the Eye," he says, "the Loom of Fate is complete. I lost."

Oh, how he wishes to collapse. He wants to just pass out and be done with it, but he must keep himself awake for the inevitable explanation you'll demand from him.