Lance stood in wonder at the magnificent mountains, taller than any he had seen in Eberron, but not for long. Quickly skipping up the seemingly endless steps he came to a great gate, which was soon opened by monks. He was lead through the Monastery, making sure to take mental notes of the layout. Eventually he was taken to a massive dining hall with all manner of food, wine, candles, and most importantly, potential friends and allies.

Scanning the room Lance noticed two small women at the table, dressed in fur coats, next to an old man, out of place from the rest of the monks. "These must be who I'm supposed to meeting with," he thought to himself. Lance decided It would be best to sit beside the old man and young ladies and with any luck, make some new allies.