February 19

The orb force explodes in all directions. Different colours swirling around us everywhere. Time, space, laws of physics no longer apply. Hurtling towards what looks like a giant eye. Air is slow, heavy. We can hear the swell of the oceans between worlds.

Circular room, all aventurine stone, columns all around. Centre is sunken, shaped like a treasure flower. We're all lying each on one of the many petals, their ends like spear points. There is water in the centre, scented, warm. The ceiling looks like green emerald. Symbol of the Cherished of the Emeralds Blaze. We can hear running water.

Matron Afra and Lord Zyrell are there, thanking us effusively. They tell us we will be witnesses to something called they're calling the Convocation. They tell us there will be other observers, and 13 other witnesses, and none of them will be able to initiate interaction with us, but we can choose to interact with them if we wish. Until we do, we will appear only as shadows.

Someone is assigned to us, an observer, who we can interact with. He will answer our questions while we attend the Convocation. His name is Jyrese.

We recognise the mask he is wearing as the same as the one the innkeeper wore to see the truth (August 18) about the spilled ink and the dead men we learned were sea spawn.

The Princess, Matron Afra, Lord Zyrell and Jyrese all lie down on their own petals in between us. Afra says some words, and we blank out again.

We awake in the an amphitheatre. There are white marble seats, the walls and decorations all in deep green, a domed ceiling, looking up we see what looks like a solar system.

There are 13 figures.