Through the hazed entrance, deep within the murky heart of the mountains, two lights dart in the shadows. The still glimmer belongs to Smokey, the Obsidian Carver, chiselling stygian creations from the mountain’s material offerings.

His loyal, buoyant companion, Mo, floats close by. They resurface only at dusk, and before the first break of the Dawn Star, they are gone — leaving behind another obelisk, a gentle impression on the Wandering Orb.