Baldris created a crude corral for the mounts and Mengara drew a rune circle in the parched earth. She sat and closed her eyes, holding the Skull of Atopoi.
Visions appeared to her, The Dark Academy of Dauthon in Graeyolm. She flew through its dark corridors until she saw the wizard hanging from the rafters with creatures upon his back, he grimaced in agony, but did not cry out.
Across from him, a fell sorcerer on a throne, her eyes glowing red in the darkness. Her gaze fixed upon Mengara and a black wind rushed forth.
Mengara opened her eyes with a startled gasp. "I've found him. It isn't far, but how can we rescue him?"
The Skull glowed again and she glimpsed Aatush leading the party through a labyrinth of underground corridors.
"A rescue is underway.. but they will need our help. I saw.. a dark sorcerer. Very powerful. Motoman is resisting.. but growing weaker."
Lis raised her chin. "Then help them we will. Let's get moving."
Baldris grinned and brought over their mounts.