Magical lighting of various hues illuminated unnatural arrangements of rocks and boulders, some of them imported from as far west as Baldur’s Gate, as far east as Thay. A manmade rill cascaded through the rocks and collected in a small pool at the garden’s far end. Selune was new, banished from the night sky, a holy time for Shar’s servants. Elyril often spent moonless evenings on the balcony staring up at the night, contemplating the majesty of the Lady of Loss, imagining the day when night would shroud Faerun forever. She reached into an inner pocket and retrieved the invisible disc that served as her holy symbol. Holding the symbol to her breast, she replayed the Lord Sciagraph’s words in her head: Follow the Nightseer until the sign is given and the book is made whole. As she had done so often since receiving the vision, she wondered, what sign, what book? She chided herself for such questions. Shar and the Lord Sciagraph would reveal to her what she needed to know and keep the rest to themselves.
