"Before you decide to make a career out of scavenging the various strange ruins scattered across Numeria, reconsider — for there are a great many things you may not be prepared to find out."
— Gojan the Sharp, excerpt from Pathfinder Chronicles, Volume 3
20 Arodus, Wealday. The next morning, dawn hits you with the chill of a Numerian late summer morning, crisp with dry light airs beneath broken but gathering clouds.
Armed with some new alchemical weapons, and the high spirit of having indulged in some recreation at the Silverdisk Hall from the previous afternoon, you reconvene at the edge of Weeping Pond on the way up Black Hill Trail.
The bitter stink of sulphur and other chemicals still pervade the air surround this small body of placid water, set into a crescent-shaped ridge of the bald escarpment that's devoid of vegetation.
T'Sarra shows up sporting a particularly bright complexion, her hair seemingly having taken on a bit more volume and a kind of stringy frizziness. Val too looks as though she's recovered somewhat from her alcoholic binge the day before.
The changeling Keshka is accompanied by Father Kyte, as well as her roommate Kathleen, who seems to be expressing concern for the young ranger as they make their last steps on the trek up. "Listen, are you sure about this Kesh? I mean, you just barely got better from your last thing..."