The air fills with silence as King tells his tale. Eyes widen, children, parents, and elders all, staring as the true eloquence of a Solar comes through, unenhanced, grandness simply through his being. They watch as he waves the blade, showing the fatal wounds he inflicted, on metal giants greater than any mortal warrior, looking on at Saffron and Dreams as well, the tales of a deadly maiden with fists that could splinter giants, and the beautiful, if strange, young woman who arrived to help them. They are, indeed, awed. Even Saffron has to admit, overblown as it is, King's certainly doing a good job of making them sound impressive.<br/><br/>'If you wish to find the other Solar who came through here, we can show you the entrance to the caverns. I trust that, as Solars, you shall know the way.' Daton says, bowing deeply. 'It is an honor beyond honors to have you visit our town.' He stands up, and holds out his hand. If you choose to follow, he leads you out into the canyon again, deeper in, towards the area where the cliff faces meet, and where you can see a tall black gap. King feels, for a moment, as he approaches, a brief shadow of memory. It's... familiar. Almost painfully so. It brings back memories of greatness... And of a fall from grace. It passes quickly enough, though, and you enter the tunnels.<br/><br/>They are mazelike, but somehow, you always have a sense of purpose walking through them, as though something inside calls to your blood. And, abruptly, you reach it. It's a small tomb, the doors a solid slate of stone, smooth as glass. They open with a firm push inwards, the sort that Saffron can provide, though they aren't quiet- If whoever is in there is hostile, then there's no element of surprise. Of course, if they were hostile, the town probably wouldn't be quite so happy to see you.<br/><br/>In the meantime, inside, the Night-caste continues her meditation. Bizarrely, the hearthstone almost seems to be...<em>rejecting</em>her attempts to attune to it. It's as though it knows its true owner, and refuses to believe that she is it. It would be a great mystery, but one that may have to wait, as she hears the grinding of the door.<br/><br/>The manse is relatively small, compared to its strength, consisting only of the small hallway leading inwards from the maze, and the central room, a large dome. There is a single hole, at the apex of the dome, where a ray of sunlight, sent down a mirrored and miraculously preserved tube from the surface, is split by a crystal, sending light in four directions, being reflected back by gigantic sheets of exquisitely polished gold, each carved with one of four of the Solar Caste symbols- Dawn to the east, Twilight to the west, Eclipse to the south, and Night to the north. They converge about two feet in the air in the exact center of the room, meeting above a large circle of gold, the caste sign of the Zenith, and in that convergence lies a small pearl, shimmering, sparks of Essence seeming to leap off of it, spots running across its surface, like a dimmed but still brilliant miniature of the Sun itself.