The Magus Hall of Orin Tor remains magnificent beneath its painted dome, but something has died here. The laughter of visionaries is gone, replaced by a heavy, watching silence—like a place remembering its own downfall. The newcomers boast too loudly, their stories rehearsed, their finery gleaming. But among them stand others—those who returned. Silent. Pale. Their eyes are like burnt-out stars, and whatever they saw beyond these halls did not come back with them alone. Are vision is pulled away from the Towers Halls. Deep within the Mountain you are called to a building named the Dragons Den.