You shiver as you navigate the maze of stone tunnels that lead to Eventide's lair. It is dark and cold, and only intermittently lit. Like the night sky is, you guess. You are not sure what it was you just touched but you can’t wait to be past it. Eventide pays you little mind when you finally enter the innermost chambers, preoccupied by her own affairs. You brush yourself off and prepare to present yourself to the Goddess of Night. The dust from your shoulders falls gently to the ground and disappears against the pale, stone floor.

Eventide calmly gathers her skirts and glides across the room to meet you. You try your best to listen as she explains her current undertaking, her hushed voice threatens to lull you to sleep. If you accept her request, you will definitely have to have her repeat the instructions.