Droknar's Forge. I watched my "norn" friend as she stood at the water's edge, holding some doodad I'd never seen before. Her eyes glowed and she began to recite some unfamiliar incantation. With a flick of her finger, she inserted the spark into the device, and for only a few moments the world around me was changed. The forge was there, my people were there. It was snowing. I saw a dwarf standing before me, hands offering *something*. I rubbed my eyes to wake up and the vision was gone. My hands were wet. I was...crying? The white spark had transmuted into a silvery mercurial form, trapped in a small prismed capsule. Dagda turned to me with a smile and beckoned our return to the Beacon of Ages. I wanted to ask her about what she'd done and for what purpose, but I wasn't about to stick my nose in elder wizard business. They'll tell me when the time is right, I'm sure...