Meanwhile in another dungeon cell. Baldor was still asleep, all that traveling had really tired him. After a few more minutes he woke up. He was in a small stone cell two people were guarding his cell. He couldn’t possibly break the iron bars or escape in any way so why were they there. The two guards noticed the movements. Even more time passed. Zak’Chtan appeared in front of the cell of the angelic being.

“As much as I hate to lock up another angelic being I have to at least for the time being.” sarcastically said Zak’Chtan.

“As for why I have locked you up, well you will see soon enough. Enjoy your stay.”

Baldor chose to stay silent. And again he found himself with nothing to do but to go back asleep.

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Darkness enveloped RIkdah. He had found himself once more in the presence of his patron. This time the drow had come voluntarily. He had some business to sort out with this being.

“You have come to me once more, perhaps demanding something or handing me an even bigger part of your humanity. We shall see.”

“You already know my intentions of coming here but I suppose I will entertain you for a little bit. My current situation has worsened and I would need a certain relic to ease it. The Mask of Many Faces.”

“Ah I was wondering when you would ask for a relic. The price has already been paid. It is yours.”

Rikdah awoke from his sleep with a pale white featureless mask next to him. It was the artifact he had asked for, the price for which was the completion of a task his patron had ask of him a long time ago. Trying it on it did fit perfectly.