<em>Night was fast approaching. Unknown to our party inside is the fact that all along the walls of Dimat, Terrax warriors stood shoulder to shoulder with watchful eyes. One shivered from the chill of the cool night wind, but all the others were as stone solid as the Guardian, ever watchful of any attack. News had come down that the feral Zarmen bands had all but dissapeared from the neutral zone. Other news had arrived that the Fay were coming into contact with shadowy creatures. Whispers of the Drow have circulated, but most dismiss the Drow rumors, since a large number of them appeared at the Fay cities with offers of cooperation. They whisper of horrid beasts in the dark underground. Yes, change is on the wind, but what can it mean? <br/>The Guardian shifts restlessly as a shadow appears on the darkening horizon. No, shadow is too rewarding a name for the beast. Only the Guardian sees its dark form for the second it appears, merely a wisp of smoke against a cloud of ash...</em>