"Nonsense! In time, the destiny will render you powerless to resist its call—and well that it should! It is not often a goddess seeks the aid of a mortal of your talent. Cabryx has no doubt called upon you with good reason."
The mystic calls over his shoulder, and an attendant appears with a scroll. While he dictates in her ear, you watch a half-smoldering wooden rod move up and down in her hand. When the scroll is presented to you, it is smudged with arcane runes. "Show this to the mystics of the Nomad City," Belairon says. "It is a message in the language of our order, to prove to them that you have earned our trust. Now you must go! Tell the kah what you have learned and make preparations to leave Vhyr. If you resist your fate a moment longer, your mind itself will pay the price."
You begin to make your way up the curving passage to the surface of the city. All the while, your thoughts are consumed by a single fear…