Montgomery had presented three arguments in defense of continuing to spy upon Joel and his party. First, Tymora's realm, Brightwater, being so close to the Gilded Hall of the Sensates, was a favorite spot for Sensates visiting the plane of Arborea. Tymora was a desirable neighbor. Her loss could change the area about the Gilded Hall in an unfavorable way. The Sensates needed to be informed should Lady Luck's power be about to fade. Secondly, if the Sensates could uncover useful information to pass on to Tymora's allies, it would gain them the favor of those powerful allies, so they needed to follow Joel to see what information he and his companions might need. Lastly, the Sensates could use their magical recording stones to chronicle the entire crisis from beginning to end, whatever the end might be. Such a saga could end up making the Civic Festhall sensoriums a fortune when peddled to the masses of Cagers eager for entertainment of a heroic bent.
Privately, Cuatha Da'nanin knew that Erin's true reason for continuing was simple, insatiable curiosity. He held his peace, though, bowed to his lover's reasoning, and did not hold her to her promise to cease the scrying.
All the resources at the factol's disposal, and these were considerable, were brought to bear on the mystery of Tymora's weakness. Forty mages and seven priests were kept on call at the Civic Festhall, and two other crystal balls were located and purchased so that Joel's party could be monitored. Sages were hired to determine how the goddess was being drained. Any persons known to be in Sigil with knowledge of the gods of Realmspace were brought in and interviewed. Envoys were sent out to Realmspace to gather information on the effects of the crisis on the people of the Realms. Once the connection to Xvim was known, Xvim had been scried for-unsuccessfully. Thus spies had been dispatched to discover if the church of Xvim had any insight into the whereabouts of its god.
Ayryn had been brought back to scry for Walinda's entrance into the Bastion of Hate. Very few were interested in the battle. The endless Blood War between the tanar'ri and the baatezu, which often included the yugoloth mercenaries, had made such combats seem monotonous to the experienced Sensates. All assembled, though, had been more interested in watching the traitor Sensate Walinda awaken her goddess. Witnessing Walinda's death had proved even more satisfying to some.
Da'nanin looked unhappily about the sensorium, which had become the center of the investigation. The air had become stale with the odor of unwashed bodies. Dirty dishes and empty cartons of food were strewn about the floor. Since Ayryn was no longer broadcasting her sensations, several of the Sensates got up to leave, but just as many remained. Some sat down beside Quellig and listened as he described the activities of the Rebel Bard. A few curled up in a dark corner of the room to nap until someone woke them to tell them the next important development. Others hurried off to search for sources of information that might solve the mystery. The mystery had become a shared obsession.
The factol was standing off to one side of the sensorium, speaking in hushed whispers with Annali and Bors. The half-elf returned to Erin's side. A servant entered the room and handed a note to Annali.
Annali perused the missive and shared the information with the others. "One of my sources claims this god, Sirrion of the Flame, has his realm in the plane of Limbo. He is a power of complete neutrality."
"Well, if he's in Limbo, that could explain why Quellig failed in his attempt to scry for him," Da'nanin said. "It's nearly impossible to discern anything in the chaos of Limbo."
The rest of the information concerns the kender," Annali reported. "My source insists they do not have the power to become invisible naturally. Emilo must have some sort of magic artifact, probably a ring."
"I have watched very closely. The only ring he has is the one that protects him from fire," Cuatha insisted.
That is, assuming Emilo really is a kender," Bors said.
"Finder would know if he weren't, wouldn't he?" Annali asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Whatever he is, I'm prepared to wager that he is hiding something," Bors replied.
"Any explanation why the manifestation of Sirrion misguided the party by sending them into the fetch's lair?" Erin asked.
"No,"Annali admitted, "but Sirrion may have allied himself with Xvim in some effort to restore a balance between good and evil."
"We have no proof the flame manifestation was really Sirrion. The flame did not even actually claim to be Sirrion. It got the kender to guess, as if the flame could not lie,' Bors pointed out.
"Or was afraid the kender would recognize an outright lie," Cuatha Da'nanin suggested.
Kenda Fretterstag, having just left the sensorium a few minutes ago, reentered the room, with a smug look on her face. The statuesque blonde sauntered toward the group surrounding Montgomery. Bors had a strong suspicion he would not like whatever news the sorceress brought.
Erin Montgomery was more welcoming. "Kenda, I know that look. What have you brought for me?" the factol asked excitedly.
"There is a dark region in Lathander's realm," Kenda answered, "which defies all attempts to scry into it. Lathander goes in and out of it frequently."
"Perhaps that's where they are keeping Tymora," Bors suggested.
"Yes," Kenda agreed, "but why? What is it they don't want anyone to see?"
"That she is weakened?" Da'nanin suggested.
"Everyone already knows that. Her church in the Realms has more or less admitted there is a problem," Kenda countered. "Yet Lathander shields her from all eyes."
"What are you implying?" Bors asked suspiciously.
"Why, simply that Lathander has something to hide," Kenda insisted.
"Are you suggesting Lathander has something to do with this?" Bors demanded angrily. "Holly Harrowslough serves Lathander. He is a god of goodness and light."
"Yes, I know, Bors darling," Kenda replied. "I saw him hanging about Chauntea when we scried upon her. As I recall, she told him to get lost. That sort of suggestion always seems to annoy members of your sex. In my experience, men scorned in such a way either mope or try to get even."
"Not surprising, considering the kind of men in your experience," Bors retorted.
"Men are men," Kenda declared. "And Lathander is a man whose lover just suggested he entertain himself with Tymora or Beshaba."
"That is pure coincidence," Bors argued.
"Is it? What about the other creatures that have been in and out of the dark region of Lathander's realm?"
"What sort of creatures?" Montgomery asked.
Kenda held her hands out in a dramatic gesture. "Gnomes," she said.
"Gnomes?" Annali asked. "What do gnomes have to do with this?" Da'nanin queried.
"What sort of gnomes?" Bors asked.
"Ah, paladin. You always ask the right question," Kenda complimented Bors. "Tinker gnomes, to be specific. The kind that originated on the world of Krynn. And all these tinker gnomes wore little red badges in the shape of a flame."
"As in Sirrion, the Flowing Flame?" Montgomery asked.
"Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" Kenda commented.
"What were the gnomes doing?" Bors asked.
"Well, talking mostly, like all tinker gnomes, too fast and all at the same time. They carried eggs into the dark region."
"Eggs?" Annali asked with a laugh.
"Eggs," Kenda repeated.
"And then what happened?" Montgomery asked.
"Well, later, when they came out of the dark regions, they brought out something completely different."
"What?" Montgomery demanded.
"Omelets," Kenda replied soberly.
OFFSTAGE
In the Prime Material Plane on the world known as Toril in Realmspace, Amber Wyvernspur decided it was time to take charge of the situation. Handing Pars to Tavan, she slipped down the stairs until she stood between the other children and the kobolds. "We are very sorry to have trespassed," she said, curtsying to the kobold leader. "We'll be leaving now." Without turning around, she ordered her cousins, "Go back into the crypt."