((At Last, I return!))<br/><br/>Alvira turned back to herself, smiling warmly.  Perhaps these mortals stood a chance after all.<br/>"Perhaps I can aid you yet.  I have a gift for you."  Alvira shuffled about scouring her many shelves of preserves and experiments until she came upon a jar of turquoise liquid.  The liquid itself had a consistency of thick paint, and barely moved as she turned it in her hands.<br/>"This potion I made is called Alvirale.  I'm not good with names," she smirked to herself, wondering how she remembered any of her potions if they all sounded the same.  "Smear this on any element, any substance and it will give way to you.  There can be no door to hold you back on this journey."  Alvira tossed the jar at Celris expecting her to catch it.  She turned once more to her shelves.  "And... it should be... just about..." Alvira swept countless vials to the side, searching for one of her own prized possessions.<br/>"Aha!" she exclaimed, waving a grey dagger above her head.  "Take this dagger.  Once when I was younger I stole it from Crane's birth-temple.  What an adventure I had there...." Alvira trailed off momentarily, reminiscing on her youth.<br/>Once she regained her composure she tossed the blade to them.<br/>"It doesn't seem too special, but it happens to be made of an exceptionally hard material not found on this planet.  I believe only the structures built by our gods contain it, and even then it's only found in small quantities."  Alvira was beginning to get away from herself.  There was something else she had wanted to say... something.....<br/><br/>"Ah!  Of course, one more thing before you go!"  Alvira's smile dropped as she spoke.<br/>"I don't know much about Shelune, or Aclan for that matter.  However I do know that she's begun to make her own gods, or at least tried to.  The Highbreed were her first experiments, but in my own dreams I have seen other creatures.  Their names are Rocmar and Greyshl. I believe that she has begun to transfer her own titanic power into these beings to ensure their survival.  Rocmar will lead the Highbreed in the final battle, but I know nothing about Greyshl.  You must go, pray to your gods and destroy the forge.  Our races may have a chance yet."  Alvira smiled once more, admiring the two unlikely companions.<br/><br/>"There is no time to waste, no time for regret.  You must go now.  Good-Bye my children."