The dawn greeted Green Harbor, banishing the obscurity of the night with the relentless rise of the Red Sun.
Jorael and Thomas had spent the latter part of the night ascending to the upper floor of the Temple, settling on a central terrace behind the grand statue of Kalipso. From here, they could survey the entrance.
"Yawn... They certainly aren't rushing..." remarked the Grand Inquisitor, punctuating his statement with a yawn.
"They haven't arrived yet. They departed Southum after us..." Jorael noted, still under the cloak of invisibility.
"Are you alright maintaining that spell for so long?" Thomas inquired with concern.
"Somewhat... I still have more than half of my Magic reservoir." Jorael assured him confidently.
"Wow... that's remarkable! I heard that becoming a Sage is quite the challenge." Thomas exclaimed.
