Chapter Three: The Last Dream of Mirza Horgul

That recap is accurate.

Zora gives Mordred a bit of side-eye. "I've told you everything I know. The last time I saw my mother, I was barely old enough to talk. Dad used to work for her, when he was a treasure hunter. Neither of them planned on becoming parents. He flinched first, I guess. And the Six-Pronged Crown...I'd never heard a word about that until the morning he left. He just told me to take that tile to my mother, that she'd know what to do when she saw it." She looks up. "The tile. Do you still have it?"

Felor can't notice anything happening when he tries on the rings.

Any more questions for Zora or activities here before you all start resting up?

No questions from me. Yes to long rest.

With Zora taking first watch, you all settle in as best you can to rest up from your grueling battle with the Implacable.

Mordred isn't sure how long he'd been asleep before Zora shakes him awake, but his first thought is that it can't nearly have been long enough. The darkness seems to spin around his head, even though he can't see anything. But as soon as Zora presses her face to his ear, he snaps into a quick sort of focus.

"Somebody's here," she whispers as quietly as she can, and Mordred's eyes flick toward the glow at the edge of his vision, and see the pair of torches moving through the cavern a few dozen yards away. Carefully, Zora starts waking up the other party members as well.

The torches stop for a moment.

"Shhh. You hear something?"

A pause. "Neh."

They keep moving, heading in a generally northward direction.

The torches stop again. You can just barely hear whispering.

Mordred can make out two human-looking figures bearing the torches, one tall and one short and stout.

You hear an unintelligible whisper, which is responded to with a somewhat louder "No, YOU go look."