"I said, you name, elf!" The dark figure was clad in a black cloak and green goggles shown out from the hood. He seemed to be a half-breed--part elf--with his slightly pointed ears and rounded features which resembled that of a human's.

The chain wrapped around my torso and the searing pain hightened. My body spasmed and I struggled to keep conciousness. "Z- Zurilod Dawnreaver!"

The goggles flashed for a second. "I have read that name in the archives." He paused. "Come," he instructed and jerked the chain. I had no choice but to follow. He lead the was to what I thought would have been the mouth of the cave but it only grew into a large room with a long table and several seats down each side. A much larger chair was placed at the head of the table. In each of the seats, robed figures sat watching me as the man pulled me behind him.

"Syrce!" the figure at the head of the table yelled. "Let our friend go." The man at the table lifted his hood off and exposed a worn, smiling, elven face. It was Reo the Elder. The chain wrapped around me loosened and retracted to Syrce's hand as the last of the pain evaporated. "You have come far, Zurilod."

"Indeed, I have, but I fear that Darin is back once again. And this time at the hands of the Burning Legion. He is one of the satyrs," I explained.

Several murmurs rumbled through the other cloaked figures around the table I could only assume were the other Reos from other dimensions. One seat was empty near the head of the table. It would have been for the young Reo had he not perished in Nagrand. My heart ached at the thought of the young child.