As the bright flash fades, Dorgath, Ty, and Carrow are holding stances ready for combat. Throg seems unfazed. Your surroundings have completely changed. You're in the middle of a great hall in some building you don't recognize. The architecture is ornate, sleek, and expansive. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before. Light streaming in through domed windows would seem to indicate that it's evening wherever you are. Jekaena scrutinizes the surroundings. She looks different...
"This is a school of magic in the Moonspring Glades. I've been here before. It's an illusion though. An illusion of the past, too. That..."
Jekaena strolls over to a massive table...
"...that fancy silver candelabra wasn't there anymore after a while. Very noticeable. Later on I wondered what happened to it, but anyway, this would have been when I was younger."
She springs up onto her toes with both feet, then casually pirouettes.
"Oh wow, and it's a very, very good illusion. I wonder why the book would bring me here. This is an image from my past, not from anything to do with Welhallas."
Jekaena studies the faces of the party. She frowns, then moves over to a bookshelf and pulls a book off. She opens it up, leafs through it, and reshelves it. She goes back to the main table, lifts the candelabra up and scrutinizes it closely, then replaces it.
"There's something about this thing. I remember that it was always here when I lived in Argwylon, and that it was gone when I came back here later with the priestesses. You all still look the same, though. This is especially strange. Can anyone see me?"
She waves at you.
