Description
"A shimmery, almost illuminated green mist seeps in through the cracks of the window pane. Taking on a shape, it swirls, spirals, twists into a humanoid form. Harold now stands within the strange fog, looming over the bed. He reaches into his pocket and removes the turtle carving. Holding it out with his right hand, he taps it with his left index, and for a split second, the figurine glows brightly. Bringing it up to his mouth, he whispers to it.
Harold then places the figurine on the nightstand and vanishes."---Reverie
Managed to finish this in between my incredibly busy week. Maturin visits Mirasal in the night, and leaves a small gift.