On leaving the White Tower, Rr’Kath received a Summons from his mentor; he bid farewell to the group, and used a portal to depart. Thus, when G’Narsh spoke of how relieved he was to have finally slain the lich who had destroyed his home, the only hearers with arcane knowledge were Mirra (who was distracted by finally being aboveground and in sunlight) and Hukule (who smiled knowingly, but said nothing about a lich’s phylactery). Thus Hukule was the only one who realized that G’Narsh’s bloodsworn foe was not truly dead.
The party journeyed in the direction of Fallcrest until, drenched by a heavy rain, they sought shelter for the night. As Boraheen and G’Narsh got drunk, and Hukule fixed his eyeliner and wrote metal emo goth poetry in his journal, Gok and Mirra talked to the other patrons of the tavern. They turned out to be two parties of merchants—Goldleaf elves and Greyhawk men, each in town with hopes of winning a trade deal during the morrow’s festival..
The party, wearied from a long day’s march in the rain, turned in early. Boraheen, G’Narsh, and Mirra each had a dream, in which they found themselves trudging together in a desert of bone white sand under a dark cold sky. Rr’Kath was there also, a few yards away, walking with them; Gok and Hukule were not in the dream. All three woke, troubled by the nightmare but not knowing what it signified.
Later in the night, all awoke to a siren call from the sea. Gok, GNarsh and Hukule, entranced, stumbled out of the inn and toward the surf, as did many of the men and elves staying at the tavern. Others tried to rouse them from their reverie, but with little success. Boraheen seized Hukule; Gok, being awakened by a few slaps, wrestled GNarsh to a halt before he plunged into the water. Half a dozen of the other travelers walked mindlessly to their doom in the surf.
The traders, confused and dismayed, begged the party to protect them, offering gold as inducement. The party realized there were only travelers in the inn, but no staff; further, there was no activity in the streets, no shops were open, non of the locals were to be seen. The party knocked on a door to get information from a local. The man denied any knowledge, until Gok—still touchy after being lied to by Melicia—kicked the door in and seized him. When Boraheen questioning, the man confessed that the siren’s call had to do with the temple of Dagon. As the party trudged through rain and mud toward the temple, they stumbled across a group of casters and guards engaged in a ritual; the men attacked the party, who defeated them and kept one as a prisoner.