*At first as the shadows ripple across the lake they start to weave themselves into a slight pattern, nothing recognizebale at first, but definately somthing out of the ordinary. Slowly the cascades of darkness take on the shape of familiar terrain, mountains, and lands recognizable as Dregar, and more specifically, The Great Rift.*
*But then, as Quill speaks again, the shadows fade and become still suddently, his words seemingly affecting them at their source. The shadows deepen into dark blacks and greys*
*Finally at Quills final words a figure appears from the shadows in the distance justas he leaves, watching as if lacking understanding the figure does not make an attempt to move, nor disappear*