[the man:] "I tell you again, Katra, this is foolishness. You risk yourself and the baby, and for what? A trinket? Yes, yes, I know it is a family heirloom, but you act like a madwoman about it. The thief was caught, and hung, and did not have it any longer. It is gone. Come home, and you will forget in time."
[Katra (also tired, clearly a repeated argument):] "No, Tekon, it is not foolishness. I have told you. I get the ring back, or I will be killed. It will find me, if it can, but I must let its magic work, not be hidden away at home. And yes, I know your fear of the forest, but this is the way the man who bought it was said to have gone. So this is the way I must go."
They walk through you, and the spell jumps you again. The same man and woman, near dawn, further in to Elfheim. A goblin steps out of the woman, near dawn, further in to Elfheim. A goblin steps out of the shadows behind them and moves forwards, sword in hand. A twig breaks under his foot, and the man turn. He leaps forward to grapple the creature, yelling "Katra, run!" With a look, she does as told and flees further into the forest. The spell jumps again.
This time it is the woman, lying on the forest floor, a newborn babe nestled at her breast. She murmurs to him quietly "It does not go well, little one. I lost too much blood with your birth, and have not found the ring. Even if Tekon defeated the goblin, others will come soon, I fear." Time fastforwards, an hour or more by the shift in the light, when a bird lands nearby, your ring in its beak. The woman reaches out and takes it. She laughs softly to herself. "Too late. Too late for me. But perhaps not for you, my son." She puts the ring on your finger, says something you don't understand. With a finger, she scrawls in the dirt "His name is Errol". She lies back again, holding you, and her eyes flutter closed.
The language is formal and courtly, more so than you can comfortably follow, but it is clearly B'lat, and you can get some idea that the conversation is a petition for assistance with the war. Your enemy is his enemy, too, and only by opposing them can his problem be solved.
Periodically, a voice interrupts you from behind the curtain with questions and comments. Protestations that he is an old, sick man, unable to assist anyone; curiosity as to how you found him in the first place; concern as to whether his aid would truly be of assistance in any case. From your answers, you're not certain you actually know precisely what his aid will be, but the praise for his powers seems to stoke his ego nonetheless. Eventually, after quite some time of negotiation, he agrees to speak with some friends and see what can be done. The words do not promise anything, but from the tone you are confident that some success has been achieved.
Movement behind the curtain indicates that the audience is over. You begin to get up, and are startled to see the curtain billow slightly, and a clawed hand reach out to takehold of its edge. You step off the pillow towards the curtain...
The beings there are speaking in a language Jonathan and Leila don't understand; while they are all more or less equals, the saurian is the focus of the conversation. After a minute or two, two human women step in, unannouced. Those present are taken aback, but recover quickly, and the saurian says something to the women. One responds: "My thanks, famed Nikoli, but it is we who hope to be of assistance to you." (Jonathan understands her, though she speaks the same language as the others). The saurian asks another question, and the second woman replies (Leila can understand her): "I am Vlada Lasav. I am something of a noted midwife, as the Bloody One (nods at one of the elves) can tell you. I am also a priest of the Goddess." The other adds "and I am Mou Tzyenko, a priest of the Nameless." At that, the centaur (wearing a holy symbol of the Twins) snaps something out, to which Mou responds with a laugh "I assure you, the Five are not dead. Indeed, there would be no room for them in the Nameless' Halls, for they are larger than all who have ever and will ever live." At the end of her statement, Vlada adds "And the Goddess will live as long as any mother gives birth to a child" which brings silence crashing down on the room.
After a moment, the Saurian comes to a decision, and gestures the original guests to leave. They do, slowly; the elf Vlada nodded at (a red mage, Leila is certain) is clearly curious to stay, but decides it would be rude to insist on doing so. Once they are gone, Nikoli asks another question, and Vlada replies, sadly, "That would be beyond my power, I fear. One child I might manage, if I spent the period from gestation to hatching with the mother... but all of you? No, I cannot do that." Mou picks up at the end of that answer, and says "But hope is not lost. The Lord of Death does not now decree that your race pass from this world. Though it will take time, and sacrifice, you may yet be saved." The conversation continues, and the spell pulls them away
But first, there are orcs to kill. As you step forward again, one gestures, a blue mage, and buffets you with a wind...