Remember Harmonthep, where our children were taken and made slaves! The words of the mysterious figure ring in my mind. Was it another dream? A vision? How then, have I awoken with this knowledge in my mind? Of how to craft a stillsuit. And the path to the next trial, engraved in the stone. Engraved in my mind. I will need to pursue this, but only once I have gotten myself across the sands to the Vermillius Gap.