Long rest, old friends, and hatred revealed...
As you travel across the vast center plains of Kahasal, you notice that it takes you slightly longer than it would have if you had both carriages. You sleep sparingly, Syld and Jansson trading shifts at the 'wheel'.
Two weeks and four days after you escape from the illithidkin, you find yourselves nearing the familiar gates of Garanasseur, with Syld directing the carriage. Heavy snow now covers almost every flat surface, and the skies are covered with dark-grey clouds. The sun manages to shine through the clouds every once in a while, but for the most part the area is gloomy and dark.
"Well, look who's back!" The voice of Thomas calls out over the walls to you, cheery despite the gloom. "We were wonderin' when you were gon' ta' be coming back."
"You can leave the carriage there, my long-gone friends." A vaguely familiar, female voice speaks, softer than that of Thomas. "I have spoken with the Council, and they sent me to send you to them when you arrived on this day." The source of the voice comes forward on the wall, and you can see who it is.
Shardorn.
"It has been a long month since we parted ways." She says simply. "Much has happened. You must speak with the Council, if your ride here has not been too tiring. I will lead you to them when you are ready."
As she spots Jirlai and Tori'shel leaving the carriage, she scowls.
"I see that he managed to find you," She says, with a venomous voice. "And that his lovely companion has joined him. Those two will be dealt with accordingly."
As she speaks, the gate is slowly opened.
