In a candlelit safehouse above Adzinka’s bar, the harengon informant Svetlin sits tied to a chair, wide-eyed and panicked. Kiet looms nearby, arms crossed, while Boris sifts through stolen documents. Edid observes from the shadows. A small table holds the emerald tear necklace, a bloody dagger, and a torn holy symbol of the Leviathan.
From a floating magical eye’s view: a dim stone basement beneath the embassy. A statue of Mother dominates the space—half-elegant, half-horrific. One glowing eye is inset with a missing gem. Strange ritual lines and platforms hint at teleportation or containment. In the distance, a pale blue spider-elf hybrid emerges from shadow.
In the twilight under twisted branches, Edid sits cross-legged before a towering, wind-swept tree with living bark and glowing knots. The corpses of two crow spirits (Ram Stamp and Flip) lie nearby, feathers scattered in the leaves. As Edid reaches out, spectral birds swirl in faint golden light, pulled into his cloak.
The party gathers in their Bastion war room. Svetlin’s stolen documents, invitation scroll, and emerald necklace rest on a table. Haru marks a parchment map, Boris sharpens his bolts, Edid feeds a ghostly crow, Kiet flexes his restored hand, and Sundr’s halo glows faintly. Tension simmers as the clock ticks toward the embassy soirée.