As the gnome calms further he thanks Nenne for the water.  "Not a floating city.  Just a piece of earth floating in the sky, with a cave and an elf.  They said nothing to me."  He looks up at the dome again.  "I was pulled there...flew, over the whole of Chult.  I remember seeing Port Nyanzaru and then it was a blur of speed.  Suddenly I stopped at this island, the elf just...looked at me, then..." he shuts his eyes and shudders "I dropped."

"The elf was here? Were you transported through time?"

Funderburk begins to scratch his chin. "Maybe they have something to tell us but no way to. Or maybe it could be a silent image? So many possibilities..."

„The elf looked at Boosey and he fell. That doesn’t sound like help, more like the opposite.”

Boosey shakes his head violently.  "No, I was pulled from here," and he points at the remains of the dome above them.  "I flew through that," and he starts rubbing his head where he crashed through the dome.  "It's like I was summoned to that place, with the cave and the elf.  Who was the other Sthara talked of Iar….Isar…….Oh I can't remember.  I asked who they were and I dropped.  The next thing I knew I was sitting here, screaming!"

Nenne casts a sidelong glance at Allister. "Hearing that, I'm now starting to reconsider your initial suggestion. Perhaps a visit to this mysterious elf is our next move? It seems there's little immediate harm in the endeavor, though I still do not relish the idea of praying to a god who seems to be inconsiderate of anyone who is not chosen."

Amazed and overwhelmed, Eku says, "This place is more lively than my last visit to be sure. This," she turns with her hands held wide to encompass the domed building, "place is - Sthara!" She points to the sorceress who is fading back into sight behind the party. A million little golden stars assemble to create her form eventually leaving her solid and whole.

Flabbergasted and unable to keep on his feet Allister drops unceremoniously on his butt. „What?... What? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I’ve heard some insane shit from drunken pirates and sailors, but this...“ Allister shakes his head until he feels dizzy „nononono, you have to be joking. She is a city? A building? The dome? What do you mean? Somebody here able to make any sense?“

"I am no city, Allister. Just a very tired and very confused woman." 

Sthara brings herself to her feet. 

"Boosey, the prayer that you read. Did something happen here to you when you read it? I was here alongside you, and not, and saw your burst into one million small lights."

"She is this city? But how? And how come? What has made her to be... a city in the very least of it. Very intriguing of you to say that Eku."

Boosey relays what happened to Sthara.  "As soon as I finished the last word of the prayer I shot out the roof like a ballista bolt, flying over Chult to an island in the sky.  There was an elf there, they weren't very talkative.  The spell I was under was released and I fell, only to find myself sitting here again.  Your God has a funny way of responding to prayer!"

"Interesting. Well, at the very least that is proof enough that the god is not dead!" She grins at Eku. "But this elf. And this island in the sky. In which direction did you fly from here? The Heart is a floating piece of earth. I saw Izifo again here when I slipped between planes. He told me that there were secrets there that I would need to solve for myself, but if you have seen someone upon it, perhaps they can be of use to us in solving those secrets."

Nenne pats the fighter on the shoulder and feels a smile tug at her lips as memories of her own first exposure to divine magics replay in her mind. "Have a drink, friend," she says as a means of solidarity. "It won't help, but at least you'll enjoy it."

She turns to Sthara. "Wait, you said you were beside Boosey? Have you been able to see us the entire time you were gone? And where did you go, precisely? Surely Izifo is not the same elf our storyteller visited...Would he have any motivation or means to disguise himself, Sthara?"

"I was. It was similar to before, though lacking in beasts to kill. I believe I was on a plane slightly off from this one – which is why I could see you, but you could not see me. And no, Izifo is a human – the priest who raised me. I have learned some things. And while this city is ruins and may provide us with nothing terribly interesting to walk away with, I believe that the information will serve us. And at the very least, I no longer feel as though I need to question my reality." 

"It was north I flew, I guess.  I remember passing over Port Nyanzaru, after that I would struggle with the direction, it was so quick."  He looks up at Allister, "If there's any left once you're finished with it...." and the gnome leaves his request unsaid.

"Hmm...from here, the Heart would be to the southwest, so perhaps this island is somewhere else. Eku, have you heard of such a place?"

„Didn’t the Spellplague bring those flying pieces of land to Faerun? Maybe this is one of those.“

The guide shakes her head and answers, "The only floating earth mote in Chult that I know of is the Heart."

Funderburk, muttering to himself about any possible spell to hold such power that may have put Boosey and Sthara through what they have seen and been, mutters some more about what incantation it could have been. Shaking his head afterwards, wishing he could have a spell like that as well, maybe a a quick transport, instead joins his friends.

"It is good to have everyone back. However, we can't just sit and talk about stories and what we have or haven't heard. We need to decide our next stop- whatever it may he."

He looks towards Boosey, "Did your... passage show you anything that may take us to our next stop?"

Boosey begins to answer Funderburk.  "No, I don't believe I saw anything that would take us forward, unless we co...…" he stops short and his eyes open wide, and he shakes is head as if to clear it of something.  He turns to Funderburk and looks him straight in the eye and speaks in a low flat tone, full of menace.   "Don't you ever do that again.  If you want inside my head ask, don't just rampage around in there like Dunk let loose in a bazaar.  Should you not heed this warning, be rest assured that something very unpleasant may or may not occur!"

 As the gnome speaks a discordant melody, the like of which Funderburk has never experienced appears in his head as he casts dissonant whispers at the wizard.

@Funderburk

"I understand Mr. Gnome. I just thought that when you... came back, that you were not the person who you said you were. I apologize." With that Funderburk bows. "I will keep your thoughts in mind to stop me from doing it next time."

Funderburk looks around at the group, "Any... ideas where to now?"