The Greybeards gave their proclamations and their objective, others entered, arguments ensued, and something of an embarrassing show of one-up-manship ensued. Vincent found himself strongly wishing to no longer be in the presence of such pathetic individuals. The goal was to leave at dawn, which was obviously problematic for Vincent, and as such he had no time to waste if he wanted to reach Kynesgrove before dawn. Without a word, he pushed through the throng of individuals that had gathered at the entrance of the chamber, and back out into the frigid night outside the temple. The whipping winds blew strongly on his hair and coat, but Vincent hardly noticed.

Kynesgrove was not walking distance, but he could manage. With a surge of the dark power of night, Vincent's body split apart and took on the form of a large swarm of bats. The swarm then struck out, still in a tight cohesion, out over the mountain and down its length, headed north-east. In this form, he could easily make it to the village before sunrise, and then find a cool, dark place to wait out the day and recover his power.