You've ruined our banquet,
assaulted political allies,
and risked the security of the realm.
Throw them in irons!
You heard him. Come with me.
Come. We did nothing wrong.
Sovereign, it's been a very long evening.
I will see that they are properly punished.
See that you do.
Allura, something is very wrong with Uriel.
He's under the Briarwoods' influence, I can feel it.
That is a considerable accusation.
Do you have proof?
No. But I can get it.
I just need time and access to...
Emon owes you a debt,
but that does not mean you are above the law.
Though perhaps Uriel is being too brash.
Until this is resolved, you are hereby confined
to your keep under house arrest.
How can you arrest a house?
Okay. Thank you, Lady Allura.
I'll convene a formal inquiry at once.
Your fate will be determined
once we hear the Briarwoods' side of the story.
If they'll even speak to us anymore.
Sylas, stop!
My book. They have my book!
A minor inconvenience, my love.
But that tome contains details of our...
It will avail them of nothing.
Besides, we have the means of retrieving it, don't we?
Get your filthy hands off my instrument!
The more you resist, the longer this will take.
Come on, man. It's not a weapon!
I just want to serenade the group!
Then you're doing us a favor.
Your belongings will be returned if you are exonerated.
All points of egress to this compound are being surveilled.
If you attempt to escape, you will be executed.
Are you fucking joking?
I do not joke.
I advise that you sit tight
and wait for the sovereign's inquiry.
And what, we're just supposed to sit here?
You have the run of your keep.
I'm sure you will find something to entertain yourselves.
Come on. Yup.
Getting there.
Slow.
- Feeling good. - Grog!
- What? - I know we have a lot to talk about,
but I'm not turning into a vampire, am I?
I withdraw the question.
So what are we waiting for?
Let's fuck up these guards and bust out of here.
Oh? So you'd like to be fugitives of the crown,
wanted in every corner of Tal'Dorei?
If Uriel is under a charm,
maybe Pike has a spell that can cure him.
Um, Pike?
Where'd you go?
Huh?
Oh, um, I-I don't know.
W-What she said.
Screw all that.
We should focus on this book.
dead bodies, wolves.
It's some kind of fucked-up evil diary.
Ooh, maybe it has evidence that can clear our name.
Oh, really?
You think you can actually read this thing?
Well, yeah, I mean, I-I only just started translating it.
And Delilah's handwriting is, like, the worst but...
Uh-huh. So what does it say?
Oh. Uh, it says "Pyramid," "spirits of the dead,"
and right here in tiny letters it says, "Uh, fuck you, Vax."
Oh, lovely. Care to translate this?
Oh. Oh, yeah? Oh. Oh, yeah?
- Yeah? - Can you two stop?
I was using that.
We need to talk. All of us.
- Percival? - Certainly.
What would you like to discuss, Vex'ahlia?
For a start, what the hell happened back there?
You never thought to mention that the Briarwoods
- killed your family? - Oh!
My bad.
I wasn't aware that you were owed information about my past.
When your past comes to kill us, I'd say we deserve a heads-up.
And how exactly was I to know
the Briarwoods would be attending?
I want to know about the smoke!
Sorry. I... d-d... Loud. Sorry.
Smoke? My weapon burns black powder.
Perhaps that's what you saw.
What we saw was you shooting an innocent kid.
No one in the employ of the Briarwoods is innocent.
The boy knew nothing.
He was terrified!
Slightly more so after you exploded his hand.
Maybe I got carried away.
But you don't know the Briarwoods.
What they did to my family.
Then why don't you tell us?
When they arrived in Whitestone,
the Briarwoods came as allies.
But they brought dark ambitions.
And allowed no one to stand in their way.
Not even children.
They slaughtered us in cold blood...
- ...seizing my ancestral home.
Even our tutor, the man
my parents entrusted with our safekeeping
betrayed us.
After enduring weeks of torture,
my sister Cassandra and I tried to escape together.
- But...
The Briarwoods know I'm alive now,
and they are not in the habit of leaving loose ends.
So what's your plan?
I hope this is to your liking.
You take me to the nicest places.
Vassa Foth. Nel Kaza.
Thrudah klessen foth.
Vassa kaldoa za-kana va.
Veekor-Brama Uth Sa-Ka!
The thing about an old keep like this...
it's quite easy to miss small details.
Could do with some light, Pickle.
You okay, Pikey?
Yeah, I-I'm fine.
Keyleth, uh, can't you give us a little sunlight?
Me? I-I don't know. I've never tried.
I get... Oh, just...
Oh, come on.
Ugh. I can't do it.
Sorry, guys.
Forget it. We're here.
And so are we.
- Whoops. - Oh, seriously.
Ah, fuck a duck.
Your group clearly
can't be trusted, so we're separating you,
like children.
No.
- No, don't... - Grog, it's fine.
Aw, you can't take the cutlery! What if we get hungry?
Eat a fuckin' sandwich.
Hey, I don't take orders from you, asshole.
Fine, I'll make a sandwich.
But not because he told me to.
I shouldn't have listened to Percy.
He's out of his mind.
Ah, he's certainly complicated things.
There's a way to make our situation simpler.
You and I have escaped from worse.
Syngorn. Huh.
- Hmm. - Ah.
Guards might catch the group, but not you and me.
True.
We could.
Then why aren't we?
What?
Huh.
Uh.
Is someone there?
Oh.
Come on.
Everlight?
Everlight.
Are you there?
Please?
Ah, come on.
Oop. Sorry, Pikey.
You always talk in your sleep?
Uh, I... I was meditating.
Trying to, anyway.
Mm. God, I wish we had some grub.
Got to be something here.
No.
Ooh, what's this powder?
Herbs and spices?
The ashes of my ancestors.
Right.
Oh, hey, do you use this to talk to your goddess?
Hello? This thing on?
Am I talking in the wrong end?
Um...
Pike?
After that spell hit me, the...
the Everlight, i-it's like she can't hear me anymore.
Oh.
Well, I mean, when people can't hear me,
I just shout louder.
Um...
you try that?
I don't know, Grog.
I don't know anymore.
Oh. Well, do you think she's mad at you?
I mean, maybe...
maybe you should just say sorry.
Huh?
Hmm?
Hey. Did you see something?
Huh?
Hmm? Hey.
W-What the...?
Captain Jarett!
So...
Just you and me in here.
Uriel was mad, huh?
We didn't ruin his entire dinner. Just dessert.
Didn't know about your past.
But I guess none of us ever share that kind of stuff, huh?
I may never see my family again.
What?
Yeah. My Aramenté.
I don't get to go home until I complete it
and prove myself worthy.
Which might not happen, so...
- I didn't know that. - I'm just saying,
I know you think you're alone.
That we don't know what you're going through.
But you don't have to be.
I appreciate that, Keyleth, truly.
And for the record, I think you're damn worthy.
But there's a world of difference
between your struggle and mine.
Whether you succeed or fail,
your family is still alive.
Captain, something in the courtyard.
Outside, now.
Lieutenant, with me. Quickly.
Where have the guards gone?
Fan out.
Hey, what's the fuss, boy? Nothing's out here.
Damn.
That doesn't sound good. We better warn the others.
It's locked.
I don't want to wreck your shrine.
- Grog, do your Grog thing. - You got it.
Aww. Ugh.
Everybody up!
Creepy shit incoming.
- What's happening? - Where have the guards gone?
What did you do?
D-Don't look at me. All I did was make a hoagie.
Five of my men are dead.
If you didn't kill them, who did?
Uh...
Chancing a guess it was them.
Scanlan!
They want the book.
Keyleth, heads up!
Scanlan!
- Damn it. - I got him.
Fall back!
Aw, that sucked.
We need a way to fight them.
No use in you being unarmed anymore.
A trigger? Ew.
I could really use my lute about now.
I thought you said it wasn't a weapon.
Obvious lie.
Not that any of these will do fuck all.
Keyleth!
Why can't I hit you?
Hang on, buddy!
You creepy fuck!
Can't see shit.
Oh! The light!
Yeah, be a great time to make some more.
I can't.
Pike?
I said I can't!
Keyleth, it's time.
Prove yourself.
Now!
Where did those foul things come from?
We told you. The Briarwoods.
And they'll no doubt send more. We can't stay.
Don't make us fight you, too.
You intend to stop those that did this to my men?
You have my word.
Then go.
Give them hell.
And wish me luck trying to explain all this.
No goodbye?
I'm going to Whitestone.
And so are we.
If we beat Sylas, his charm on Uriel will fade.
And we can clear our names.
Honestly, I wouldn't last a day in prison with this face.
Look at me, I'm a snack.
We're all with you, but...
no more secrets, all right?
Understood.
Thank you.
All of you.
Trinket. Hi, buddy.
Oh, I know, darling.
But you'll be safer here at the keep.
We'll be back soon.
Told you guys this book was a big deal,
not that anyone ever listens to me.
Eh, what do you want now?
Careful where you aim that thing.
Huh. See what I mean?
A snack.
Very well. To Whitestone.
We should probably get some supplies, huh?
I can make a run to Gilmore's.
Not without me to negotiate.
I'm not going.
Wh... what do you mean?
I can't hear the Everlight.
It's like you said, Grog.
I think I need to tell her sorry.
Properly, at a temple.
Well, I'll come with you.
Like old times, just you and me.
I have to do this alone, buddy.
And they need you.
Oh, but...
what if I need you?
You can always talk to me.
Even if I'm not around, you'll feel me there with you.
You're their light now.
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