Sitting atop the tower did much to clear my head. From that height I watched the former dark elves stream out of the city below – some exiting the quickest way by the canyonlands – others via the gate to the Low-way to travel to the other access points along that route.
There I was basking in the contentment flowing from the happy conclusion to our recent efforts when a cold cloud of fear descended upon me. A tingling in my back between my wings soon had me shivering all over.
I looked down and saw that the pedestal upon which the chalice had once stood was icing over.
I leapt back when the shivering ceased and the hot passion of the bloodlust was enveloping me.
I shrugged it off and dove off the tower and flew to my friends. And related this disturbing incident to them.