Listratha Bailiwick and a Nightmare Visitation

They were treated to a fine meal and given quarters within Gryphon's Eyrie after half a day's climb into the mountains.

Deinari Blackcloak, Weskay, explained how the core of his men were escaped thralls from Ptolemn, but many had come to join him since. He described ambushing wealthy caravans on behalf of competing merchants and playing both sides to enrich his coffers. Charging hefty "tolls" for travel through Skuldugenan Pass.

After a night of revelry, Lis slept fitfully. In her dreams she saw a dank roiling bog, a place of ghosts. Then a boiling blackness filled her minds eye and a beautiful abomination appeared.

"If you go to Amünd Fére, you will die, Listratha Bailiwick. Come instead to the miasmal forest at the heart of the Blightlands. Pledge yourself to me and I will make you immortal. I will make you a god. Abandon Mahtma. She grows weaker. I grow stronger."

Lis woke with a jolt in the dead of night, a raven on the high rafters of her tower room cawed and flew away.