"We like the dark," said all the dwarves. "Dark for dark business! There are many hours before dawn."

I like the dark! Dark for dark business! And I've got business in The City!
(Maniacal laughter)

We've been careful to avoid the roaming elementals throughout our sojourn, but today we've taken a serious blow. From out of nowhere, a number of them assaulted the troupe. We fended them off with our remaining supply of water crystals, but the price was heavy. Hodge was severely burned and may not live through the night. Both Yannis and Abner are dead.

Hodge died this morning. I tried desperately to care for him, but to no avail. He was delirious and gibbering and he cried out in pain, clawing the abysmal ground beneath him. I tried to calm him, but when he grabbed my hair and pulled my ear close to his lips, he said but one thing before expiring... "burning water".

Galen walks down to the edge of the pool to retrieve his
pack. As he leans over he catches sight of what appears to
be a reflection in the water: Tyrian on horseback. He whips
around, but no one is behind him. Riveted by the vision, he
hurries along the bank to follow it. After a few paces the
blurry figure dismounts, unslings a longbow, nocks an arrow
and draws the string taut.

GALEN: (horrified) No!

Galen sprints through the trees. Up ahead is Valerian, walking
resolutely.

GALEN: No!

She glances back at him and grimly keeps on walking. Galen
shoots past her and on into the forest.

GALEN: Hodge!

Galen races up the trail rounds a bend and sees the Urlanders
coming toward him. Hodge precedes the group with an unsteady
gait. He sees Galen, raises up his arms and flops face down
on the trail. A long arrow protrudes from his back. Galen
kneels beside him. The uneasy company keeps its distance.
Hodge struggles to speak.

HODGE: Galen? Can you hear me?

GALEN: I hear you.

HODGE: You know, somebody shot me, but I can still talk.
There's something that has to be done.

GALEN: I know.

HODGE: Not that cockatrice. Ulrich's ashes. Here.

Hodge's hand comes out from under his coat gripping the
leather pouch. Galen tugs at it, but Hodge can't let go.

HODGE: Take it. Sorry, you'll have to peel it loose.

Galen pries the sack out of Hodge's clenched fingers. Suddenly
the hand comes up, grabs Galen by the hair, and pulls him near.

HODGE: (a croak) ...burning water... find the lake, throw it in...

GALEN: (holding up the pouch) What are you doing with this, Hodge?

HODGE: ...burning water...

He dies. Galen frees himself from his grasp.

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