The maelstrom of smoke expands to encompass the entire party as shadowy tendrils erupt from the portal, seizing onto Anrin and dragging them to their inevitable demise.

“Please! I beg you! It wasn’t me! I would never bring harm to Auberon or Tua’la! They were like family, this is my home! You’re making a terrible mistake!”

As quickly as it appeared, the djinn dissolves into smoke and joins the swirling storm being sucked into the portal. As the final vestiges of Anrin Brawnbraid vanish into the abyss, the portal closes. The lamp rests on its side, a large crack now running down its middle.

Though the djinn has meted out justice according to your word, you can’t help but feel that something isn’t right. The thick air of sadness still lingers in the Dread Dragon Inn, and the night feels so heavy you think that the new day may never arrive. 

Unbeknownst to you, the shadowy hand of darkness fighting for control of Estrea grows a little larger. Three bright lights have been snuffed out this night, and the future of the realm is bleak.

Perhaps you missed something.
Perhaps there was something else you could have done to right the wrongs of this terrible evening.

If only you could go back…