"Where the blazes are we?"  J'layah kicked at a small hillock in
frustration, dislodging a smooth, rounded rock in the process.  The
"rock" rolled towards her, eventually coming to rest several paces from
where she stood; two gaping holes in its surface looking for all the
world like......."a skull!" gasped J'layah, horrified.  The ancient
skull seemed to leer at her accusingly, and she hurried away to join her
companion.  

Twilight, seemingly unperturbed by J'layah's grisly find, was calmly
surveying their surroundings.  "It would appear we are somewhere in
Hammerfell, if I am not mistaken, but beyond that I could not say.  Best
we await the arrival of the others before moving on," she indicated the
black citadel in the distance.  The failure of her True Invisibility
spell was an unexpected and disturbing turn of events, and Twilight was
loath to venture into the unknown without a few more sword arms guarding
her back.  They settled in to wait, J'layah reciting amusing anecdotes
to pass the time.

She was halfway through a particularly bawdy and colourful rendition of
"Liandra's Lament" (a fictional account of the invention of "silly cone"
implants) when a rasping cough interrupted her monologue.  Both women
immediately leapt to their feet and assumed crouching stances, their
weapons drawn.  J'layah waved her sword tip in the direction of a nearby
mound. "It came from over there," she whispered.  Twilight nodded,
moving swiftly and silently to investigate, with J'layah following ten
paces behind.

Behind the mound they were greeted by an awful sight; there, clad only
in a loincloth, sun-blistered limbs staked to the ground - almost beyond
recognition, was the one-eyed man.  How long he had been out there
suffering was anybody's guess.  Slowly he turned his head towards them
and opened his parched, blackened lips to speak........