Come with me, time out of mind, across a stone bridge that stretches miles over an enormous river. Take a seat at the Warden's fire, and share a story of worldly gossip, and unsettling intrigue. More rumors of a bogey in Anghor Ford, what started the fire of the sky stead mines, and where does all the distrust for Ibixians really come from? Our ever imperiled protagonists may lean into their insecurity in a rare moment respite and safety, but will they be better for the mysteries they uncover? Or will the answers only reveal even more uncomfortable questions?