Aria took the staff, knowing that she'd reliably be able to trigger it or a wand but probably not manage to evoke a spell from a scroll; although perhaps her recent practice with the former would eventually help her master the latter.<br/><br/>After the several minutes of Kass's scroll-cast were complete, Aria triggered the staff on the other body, watching the magic aura fade from what could now pass as any other quarterstaff, its final charge spent.<br/><br/>The light was blinding bright-white but soothing, if only for a moment, and Aria could swear she smelt roses after the spells completed. The skeletonized Karsus seemed, not so much to heal, as to be replaced entirely, a living body fading in gracefully over the charred bones. Aria had a strange sense that she'd stared into his soul for the briefest moment, or into some upper plane.<br/><br/>The sensation from the less-destroyed body of the other royal surveyor was subtler but similar. Aria handed back the utterly bewildered man his holy symbol - and she noticed that when Rana was quick to comfort and offer fresh clothes to Karsus, Aria swore he and the priestess recognized one another.<br/><br/>They filled the returned-to-Faerun men in on what had transpired since their respective demises, carefully couched to hopefully cast them all in a (deservedly) good light to the pharaoh.<br/><br/>Rana wished off Aria and Kass with kisses, once they doubled back to Volera in the courtyard, then cast the planeshifting. Unlike with a teleport spell, the caster needn't go with the travelers, and she didn't, just as Saturnia hadn't on the reverse trip.<br/><br/>The adventuresses found themselves in a secluded alley of pink-marble walls and flower-garnished windowsills, a petitioner couple making out feverishly against a nearby column, and a narrow strip of Brightwater's characteristic rosy-gold ever-evening sky above.<br/><br/>A single intra-planar teleport brought them to the first spot they'd met - the cozy cushioned and bead-curtained lounge n the Den of Divine Diamonds.<br/><br/>As luck would have it, the familiar face of the blonde-maned Faebion lounged in that very spot. Ash-white robed, he sat back leisurely in a bamboo chair a great spellbook cracked open in his lap - and, Aria noticed after a moment, he appeared to be balancing it upon the fair shoulders of a naked redhead crouched between his widened legs, servicing the wizard orally even as he studied (which he genuinely seemed to be - a strange way to study....or perhaps it was concentration itself he practiced now).<br/><br/>Faebion brightened and greeted the two adventurers by name, spouting off several expressions of glee in Celestial and then Common; then without even being asked, volunteered, "...but you're more likely looking for the ghaele, eh? Saturnia's giving a lecture at the amphitheater...if you hang a left right outside, you can't miss it, in fact Scarletlight Way ends at it."<br/>