Thunder quiets to a low growl. The fierce gale whipping around the Shik-Castellis settles to a hum. Kiora sits with her back against the wall. She feels someone rattle her awake. A concerned voice calls out her name.

"Are ye alright?" The voice shrieks.

The weary Daemik flickers her eyes open. 'Bork?' Her thoughts stir at the sight of the frantic goblin. Kiora struggles to breathe. She massages the bridge of her nose to relieve clogged sinuses. 'What a mess.' She sighs while ...