I set out again, this time accompanied by Isgarren, Waiting Sorrow, and Poised Arrow. Despite Isgarren's protection, the spectral agony began to weigh on me and Poky; we had nowhere near the level of agony resistance that the wizards do. But agony's ache was soon replaced by a new concern: whispers. A voice familiar, yet unseen. The hushed echoes haunted us the further we went. And then, just like that, the wisp appeared once again. This time I examined it, although I was still unable to identify it. Waiting Sorrow suggested using the Heart of the Obscure. I was skeptical, to say the least. Sure enough, the heart set things into motion. All at once, we were surrounded by countless mursaat ghosts. We'd triggered a spectral ambush! Waves upon waves of ghosts swarmed us. After we finally felt we'd put a dent in them, the worst of them appeared: Yagon. She seemed to harbor a particular hostility toward Isgarren. Later, he told us that her anger derived from her death during the seer-mursaat war...a death for which Isgarren was responsible. The two kept at each other's throats throughout the fight as we fought off the remaining ambush. Our surprises weren't done just yet. Poky drew our attention back to the wisp, only now it took the form of an old friend: Mabon. What appeared to be a memory of his began to play out. We watched his arrival in Janthir in the aftermath of the titan destruction, his pain and frustration palpable. As the vision came to a close, we eventually broke our shocked silence with the agreement to return to Anise. The revelation hit hard, for Waiting Sorrow especially. It seems Isgarren had known who the voice belonged to. Why did he keep that to himself? Well, speaking from experience, the only thing more haunting than the memories of past enemies are those of past friends.