Hadjar turned his head away from the lake and toward Shakh and Arnin, who were loitering nearby. The wizard and his wife had already joined them, accompanied by a dwarf who was entertaining them with a family anecdote.
Returning his attention to the still waters, Hadjar noticed that the bizarre sensation had vanished, along with the submerged runes, leaving only the distorted symbols etched on the walls and ceiling.
“I just wanted to refresh myself,” Hadjar replied, then proceeded to wash his face in the shimmering liquid.
He stood up, dusting off his clothes, and turned his gaze to their new companion, Arnin. The plan might have seemed crazy to the others, but the most important thing was that it had worked. More importantly, they had reached the Far Grotto just before the storm had
