Erelis sat on the floor with back against a desk. " If we turn back now, we must leave this place entirely. No negotiations with any dispicable creatures." He closed his eyes as if ready to fall asleep, but then added " I was almost pulverized, because I have not the mental capacity to see in the dark. Not until I rest a long while anyway."

Aramil pulled out an oval casing from his waistbag and replied " We are sheltered from harm for the time being. I will guard this door with a few spells I have learned since the black tower." He unrolled a parchment and began eyeing the page carefully. " We can't go anywhere until the ranger awakens."

Nanith sighed from his position against the wall. " Then we rest and recuperate. We�ve sacrificed much on this mission. After the loss of Oktavianus and Vrai..." the rogue's eyes drooped "...their deaths should at least serve some purpose.�

Timbra returned from the hallway with something, but not what the hobbits had anticipated. Pomeer had been left in the pit, but what the gnome confiscated was a small barrel of oil and a sack full of rags and animal hides. " This should give everyone a chance to see in the dark. Our lack of torches shall hinder us no longer while we remain in this bastion." The gnome grinned and the teammates were thankful.
And so for the whole length of the day, with a sputtering fire snapping away the furniture wood, the broken fellowship tried to mend their bodies as well as their spirits.

MYCRAN 19: 10 AM ~ Sleep was predominant and hardly a security watch was taken. Aramil and Erelis did their part, but succumbed to slumber along with the rest of their teammates. The first order of business after a cold breakfast was a healing circle. Despite Roslyn's & Timbra's best efforts, they could not revive Teflar. He seemed to hold within a cold grip of coma.

Gailwind sat nearby and studied from his books and occasionally poured over the three Phantinius scrolls in his possession. He would scribble long paragraphs with an elegant quill and bite his tongue when it seemed necessary to announce something on his mind. In similarity, Aramil read from his own books and never came close to conversation with the companions; he kept to himself.

2 PM: Roslyn discussed many versions of how the party should backtrack their way out of here and noone gave her pause or caused debate. Erelis, fresh in mind, relished the chatter to break the monotony of their dismal situation. The other hobbit continued to be low in mood; occasionaly regarding Teflar's shallow breathing with a somber eye.

It was within this overbearing pall of disspirit, Gailwind rose upon his feet. He stepped into the center of the room and spoke to everyone in a regal tone not yet heard before. " Aramil, I implore that you listen onto me with all the focus you have, because I believe we are the last of the StarPoint Raven fellowship that may leave this place alive." The ranger's sallow complexion grew as the controlled fire popped away next to him. The elf stood stiff in stature and unfurled a familiar Phantinius scroll as if were a demonstration. " If you remember Aramil, I was never given a scroll by our magesty and I always thought that odd."

The mage's face grew taut as he shifted his eyes towards the blank wall. It was as if he had forgotten the exact details of their bestowed benefactions almost three weeks prior. " I must say lorist, I assumed you had memorized the Archwizard's words or perhaps you had your own version handed onto you at a prior council meeting. Since you were speaking on the King's behalf at the winter night council that night, I thought you knew about these gifts specifically."

The two elves centered their focus on eachother. Gailwind's tone grew serious
" I have had no prior knowledge about this mission nor what offerings were to be given us. Remember your dream you had back in Airrdale? I believe it might have been fulfilled!" The sage spun around looking at his comrades " I must ask that we account for all the scrolls that have been passed to us. As you can remember, there were twelve and a dozen scrolls there should be among us now." The elf's voice lowered to a whisper " But I believe there had always been...thirteen!"