The moon's pale glow struggled to pierce through the fog that held Fate's Respite within its grasp. What was once a paradise for lost souls was now seemingly a prison, perhaps even a tomb; it was enough to ward off at least a handful of its denizens already, fearing the poisoned lake at its epicenter.
The words imparted to you by the mysterious Dream Visitor ring in your mind as an endless echo, an insistent whisper pulling you forward, forward...
Perhaps it was a result of your overworked mind, but you suddenly feel as if it's a struggle to focus on the task at hand. Whatever trail you thought you were following has gone cold; the whispers fading back into the sound of the wind.
Yet, surprisingly, a new voice rings loud and clear.
Krosir, krosir... lire dre wermdr fier dre sun krudal drrial kone...
You try to focus on the meaning behind the words. As before, you're startled to find that you can understand this foreign tongue.
Closer, closer... where the warmth of the sun spreads through stone...
In your mind's eye, you see a place in the Respite that looks familiar to you - and as the voice fades, the vision remains.
Go...