I visited the countess after giving her space to process recent happenings. Normally confident and collected, it was clear that Mabon's memory pained her. I had done my best to provide her a supportive ear, but aside from aiding in the isle's exploration, I was afraid there was little I could do to lessen her burden. As I prepared to depart, I noticed that Anise's parting words were drained of her usual cunning. Equally deflated, I set off toward the one area of the island our party had yet to explore: the central region. I trudged along, mulling over the situation, when my thoughts were interrupted by a wisp flickering into view. This time, I was in no mood for its cageyness. Thinking on my feet, I realized I'd been overlooking one of my most trusted allies: my warclaw. With its refined nose to guide the way, we recovered the scent and were back on its trail. Just as soon as I had the sprite in my sight, it darted off toward the door to Bava Nisos—a door we're still unable to breach. I informed Anise and used this moment to have a look around as I awaited backup. ***