And she does. She leads, back past the molten, bubbling river. She leads up a flight of stairs, and down a hallway, and around a corner. Each room they pass echoes with a different vibration. Further and further they go, and the soundscape becomes softer, still vibrant, but more muted. The doorways are marked with damped wind chimes, rather than the bright, ringing bells.

Suddenly, a terrible, anguished cry echoes down the hall; Drelasa pauses.

“Our brother Llandrys has been ailing for some time. He has a loose bone that is causing him some pain, and he does not have the capacity to understand what we tell him about why he is in pain. We shall have to do what we can to calm him.”