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As the night burned into their time, the others dispersed from the table. The table itself seemed to join them as it receded into the palm of the Duke's hand in a little ball. Servants came to usher the party to their respective rooms. Elle followed with little fuss, silently eager to try out the new artefact. The room she was led into was lavish, to no surprise. Devoid of ceremony or consideration, Elle pulled at the straps of her bark-laden armour, letting pieces fall at her feet. The handmaiden that guided Elle to the quarters blushed at the absentminded display and quickly dismissed herself with a nervous slam of the door. Ellenara simply shrugged, some pieces of the armour clattering off her in the motion. 

The bed provided to her simply wouldn't do. These fresh linens were just too much. With some motions of her hands, she weaved a bouquet into her grasp and set it upon the floor. After a while, she had layed a bed of soft flowers to rest upon. Much better. 

Once she let herself sink into the floral mattress, she plucked the crystalline orb from her belt pouch. For a moment she just felt its sleek surface, smoother than the smoothest stone, staring into it. Her thoughts soon started to focus, pointing themselves to the wayward monk's tale of peril. Briefly, she wondered if it wasn't working, if she wasn't told the truth, only for her vision to pull away and the already pale color of her eyes to fade entirely into milky white. For scant moments, she saw the clouds blur before her, and mountain peaks streak below. Snow quickly riddled past her, blinding her to the rapid descent upon a single mountain's peak. 

She blinked, and before her was the sight of a monumentous figure. She sees its hunched, muscular back of pale bronze with stormy hair cascading over it. The figure turns toward her, violet eyes piercing her gaze. The frozen cavern around them collapses into blackness as Elle is shunted out of the vision, her body heaving with a labored gasp. With some detached disappointment, she tried to spy upon the giant once again without the use of the ball. But the vision never came. Palming the sphere, she turned her gaze into the clear crystal with the image of a pale dragon emblazoned in her mind. Nothing. And once again with her own gift, but to no avail. 

Oddly reserved, she let out a gentle sigh. Turning her head toward the ball, now resting at her side, she saw the bed of flowers below her subtly shift color to a reddish hue. [color=yellow]"Oh, don't give me that tone,"[/color] she replied, seemingly to nothing. Elle turned away from the flowers, feigning indignation, while bringing the globe to her eyes. After brief concentration, her vision faded far away to the settlement of Vael Turog. The landscape was battered by cruel gusts and bitter snows, and the homesteads were minimal, their sole purpose being to shelter from the biting winds. The roads were unpopulated except by the few guards clad heavily in furs. Before she pulled her vision, she spotted a cluster of burly trees, ripe for transportation. 

With that, and her sight returning to the room around her, she called the night over and entered a restful trance. [/color][/indent][/indent]