Encounters in the wilds, and our future course remains beneath a shroud.
They have gone, now, to the aid of Gultec and the Itza warriors.
Halloran and Erixitl, fearing for their friend, Gultec… Jhatli, once again thrilling to the promise of battle… Daggrande, Luskag, and the dwarves, because there is another job to do… and even the Little People, because their Lord Halloran goes.
Lotil and I remain here, with the Itza, and we learn of their trials and terrors. It is a tale that seems all too familiar, for in a sense it is the tale of the Nexala, of all Maztica. We humans see our land taken from us, given over to the rampaging of evil. Everywhere we are driven from our homes, pursued and slaughtered.
But suddenly now, like a flash of pure lightning through a dark, cloudy night, 1 sense him. Qotal is near! His power is a bolt of hope penetrating the True World.
And it strikes very close.