Olmar and William hear no sounds other than the gentle drip of water from elsewhere in the cavern.
Xoria steps into the chamber. The figure at the far end rises from its throne and shuffles forwards a few paces, towards the blue flame in the middle of the room. It looks like an ur-man, but an ancient one, swathed in tatty bandages. It wears a crown on its head, and holds a sickle in one hand.
"Who has come to disturb Montor Roth?" it asks. "He has slept since before the stars changed. Have his children remembered him at last?" Its voice is dry and cracked at first, gaining strength as the creature speaks.
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Converting Reserve points - everyone else has had time on the boat ride to convert as many Reserve points to Hit points as they like. Olmar, who has been doing the grunt work, can now begin to convert.
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