After concluding your business with Zedoran, you retire to the edge of his lair to rest for a short time before heading out for your confrontation with Whisper at last. The night air is cool, serene, sober. At midnight, Bristle offers her prayers, and receives her blessings in return. Weapons are honed, checked, checked again. Restorative potions are drunk. And then, finally, it is time, and Hester lights Crocutiel's candle.

The flame is white, and unnaturally steady, and looking at it you feel yourself grow a little faint - and then, abruptly, you are elsewhere.

The beach is black sand, glittering in the wan light of the candle. Ahead of you, the sea looks like glass, it's so calm, and in the distance is a speck of green. Behind, the jungle looms, all dense growth and heavy underbrush.