Amoxes leads you through the blistering daylight of the Broken Hills, careful to guide your horses along the ridges, where they can keep to the shade. When the sun has reached its height, you take shelter in a cave to await the afternoon shadows. While there, you and your guide discuss the strange events of the previous evening.
"I cannot help but think how the mystics watched in silence while Nathos spun his tales about magic-wielding traders," you say. "The other mystics in the sanctuary must have known all along that their leader was crafting an ambush. Yet, I wonder still…"