You see a tower, a tower beset by large chunks of glintstone emerging from the ground. You enter, seeing a familiar face.

Oh, again we cross paths. But Tarnished, what business hast thou here? I have no memory of inking thee an invitation. No reason in particular, thou claimest?

Intriguing. Then mayhaps fate hath steered thee to this reunion. If thou'rt are feeling fitful, I would so inclined to engage in a bout of speak.