The night passes and one by one each of you gets the chance to take turns watching. Slowly the time moves by, but little is heard or noticed. Eventually Nestor wakes Roxy and Celaria for their duty. Celaria wakes and begins to put on her armor, sighing heavily.

"Well, priestess of Pelor, you certainly are deep and wise for your age. I can see you will accomplish many things in your lifetime. What do you think of the recent events plaguing our communities? What do you think will be uncovered when we reach the end of our journey? I wonder."