After following Darna’s directions, you arrive at the location she set. You walk into the Salt Spray tavern, the common room is large and roughhewn, nets and oars and the like adorn the thick wooden beams that serve as rafters, the walls are covered with mounted fish and other sailing and fishing paraphernalia. As you might assume by the decor, the Salt Spray caters to the sailors of the Great Inland Sea. The bar and some of the tables are filled with men and a few woman drowning their sorrows and trading tales. The crowd seems somewhat subdued tonight, even the loud and boisterous ones seem like they're forcing it a little bit. A couple of sailors start a sea shanty but it quickly dies away and is replaced with a sullen silence.
In a quiet corner table in the back near the stairs to the upper level sits Darna Kealara, she has black hair and striking blue eyes, her high cheekbones and the almond shape to her eyes make you wonder if she doesn't have some elven heritage. two bottles of wine, a pitcher of ale and the appropriate glasses are waiting on the table. She scans the room, seeming at home in her surroundings despite how much she sticks out, she sees you looking at her and beckons you over to the table.
Put your spoiler here. Let’s start off with a short physical description of your characters then describe how you approach Darna and let us know what you say to her! Let’s go!
Thorok Earthhand staggers through the door of the Salt Spray Tavern, smelling of a mixture of herbs and smoke. He stands on the shorter side even for dwarves, with ruddy green-brown eyes, a long grey beard and weathered skin that would look robustly tan if it weren't for its sickly gaunt. Garbed in thick vestments of hide, he wears a wolf-pelt cloak with the fanged hood down, a crude but sturdy circular wooden shield strapped to his back. His alternate footsteps are accompanied by the clunk of a large oaken staff, elaborately hand carved with totem markings.
Spotting the dark-haired woman in the corner, Thorok makes his way through the crowded tavern floor, weaving expertly through patrons and looking longingly at the bar and the sailors heartily drinking around him. "Ye'd be Donna Kaylaura then? Ye'cn call me Earthhand, Oi'm much obleegiated."He makes a less than graceful bow.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Opening the door to the Salt Spray tavern, Varris Augustus scans the room looking for the woman responsible for the unexpected message he received yesterday. A slender man standing roughly 6 feet tall, he appears to be about 40 years old and wears a sandy tunic that has clearly seen many moons on the road. Pulling back the hood that typically obscures much of his face, a necklace with a small silver staff and a bright blue crystal become visible, as do his almost super-naturally bright blue eyes.
Returning his hands to the sleeves of his robe where they typically spend much of their time, he notices a set table with two striking characters sitting at it. The woman he believes sent him the note, and a dwarf who he does not recognize. Approaching the pair, he says in a quiet and relaxed voice "You must be Ms. Kealara. I'm Varris."
At that moment, he catches a whiff of the odd smell coming from the dwarf to his right and thinks to himself "What have I gotten myself into this time?".
Master Earthhand, thank you so much for responding to my summons. And it’s Darna and Kealara. While we wait for the others, would you care for a drink? And please tell me a little bit about yourself. Darna pours herself a glass of wine and fixes her gaze on Earthhand.
Ah, Master Augustus, thank you for coming. Please sit down and pour yourself a drink. This is Master Earthhand a Druid who will be joining your party. We were just saying a bit about ourselves while we wait for the others to arrive. Darna indicates a chair for Varris and gestures towards the bottles and pitcher.
Aedra of the Forgotten Realms, makes her way into the tavern as a patron politely holds the door open for her. She awards a slight twinge of a smile and effortlessly glides through the crowd towards the table in the back. Some take notice of her copper toned skin contrasted with her pale blonde hair. She has a hard time blending in. The gold flecks in her blue eyes shine in the firelight.
She locks eyes with the woman she knows she's here to meet,"Good evening, Darna" she says smoothly as if they'd met a hundred times before.
Earthhand eyes the bottle wistfully. "Ahhh, just the one then, if'n yer offering."He takes the bottle of ale and pours himself a more-than-modest glass. "M'pologies about the name, Oi wasn't always th' best with city folk. And Oi'm flattered by the title of 'Master', to be sure, but Earthhand suitsee jus' fine"he smiles at Darna. "From the wild foothills of the Zephyr Mountains Oi am, though Oi've found meeself in Olbeer fer quite the time now. If'n yer wonderin what parcitular use Oi can be te yer, yeh'cn put yer mind ter rest Oi sure ye; master survoivalist Oi am - yeh see this'n here pelt?"He hold up the edges of his wolf-pelt cloak, which despite its fine make is frayed to the point that it looks decades old. "Tracked this beast fer a full fortnite Oi did, mean basterd of a beast ee was. Oi'm also a druid as yeh keenly observed, magicks of land and life alike in these 'ere 'ands, and Oi'm not one teh shy from givin folk a good thumpin." Earthhand punctuates his last statement with a hiccup and a pound of his totem staff on the tavern floor.
He looks up at the newcomers, smiling brightly. "Varnis Asteegus was it? Pleased Oi'm sure. And yeh've certainly got a touch of the feywilds, elf, unless Oi'm misteekan."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Ah, go feck yourself, ya taint of a swamp giant,"the halfling yells to some unseen person as he saunters into the Salt Spray Tavern. At 3'5, Ackam carries himself like he's 7 feet. His hair is cropped short to the scalp, his red beard is closely trimmed his face and minus his swollen left black-eye he's not a bad looking fella in the least. Ackam wears a simple leather vest, a pair of sailor pants that have seen better days, and a double-blade scimitar hangs loosely in it's scabbard. Ackam pushes his way up to the bar and slaps down a copper coin, "Can a hard working lad get a feckin shot of whiskey in this here joint," Ackam yells to no one "And what the feck is that smell!" The bartender eyes the halfling as if he's just another annoying pest that comes through this tavern then pours Ackam his shot and places in front of the pugnacious halfling. Ackam throws it back and shakes his head as the liquor warms his insides. "Now dat's feckin right," he says to himself. He looks around and sees Darna, the woman who came to see talking to a dwarf, a man, and a copper toned human.
He walks towards their table and gives everyone a beaming smile, "Look at this rag tag or feckin fools. Did Darna here also convince ya to come listen to her sales pitch? I'm just feckin with you, gal!" He says to Darna and the crew. He then spots the booze on the table, "I'm guess'in this is for us,"and before anyone can answer pours himself a drink and takes a huge gulp of beer and when finished the foam sticks to the hairs on his upper lip. "The names, Ackam," he says with a foamy smile.
Aedra, thank you for joining us. These are Earthand, a Druid of the wild, and Varris Augustus, a sorcerer like yourself. I dare say your cadre will not be at a loss for magic. Though I must warn you, while Magic users are acceptable here in the city on account of the university, it’s use within the walls without a liicense is illegal. And outside the city there are many who do not trust magic or it’s practitioners, so I’d be careful who you let know about your talent.
Agency paused at the top of a set of stairs, yawning while she did a few leg stretches. She whispered some of her daily mantras to herself as she made her way down to the tavern proper. Halfway down her stark white eyes, which contrasted against her dark red skin, met with those of some of the patrons that had seen her perform the night before. Eager to get a good reaction from them she raised her long tail above her and in one graceful motion propelled it down against the floor, propelling her through the air in a summersault ending in a near soundless thud as she landed at the bottom of the stairs with a short flair of her midnight black hair. After a short bow, she looked towards the bar and noticed the bartender. She gave him a wink and a smirk of appreciation for providing her lodging. As she stood up she noticed she had landed right on top of a table where a grouping of what seemed to be some adventurers and the lady herself she had woken up to meet were sat. (There also seemed to be one or two spilled drinks) "No autographs, please" she joked as she flitted down the table. She turned to Darna"The lady Darna I presume?"Agency did a small curtsy to the rest of the group, "Agency, a pleasure to meet you all.... the next round is on me!"
Darna is not at all taken aback by Ackam’s bravado as he enters, in fact she seems a bit amused by it. Master Abatta, wonderful! Our group is half complete. Ackam Abatta, these are Earthhand the Druid and Aedra and Varris Augustus, sorcerers. Friend Ackam is a sailor raised in the Barbarian tribes of the north.
Earthhand chuckles at the warning. "Ye think this is me first moon in Etheria, Darna? Oi've figured out how teh stay out of folk's way, mind ye me kind of naturalist seems not to spook folk s'much as these wizards and sorcerers. And yeh could've fooled me about it been 'gainst th'law, Oi've always avoided constables and clergymen. A roit pleasure Akham and Agency, Oi'd not say no teh 'nother round."
Ah, Lady Agency, fantastic! Earthhand, Aedra, Varris, Ackam, this is Agency, master of unarmed combat and alum of the gladiatorial pits. We are almost ready to start, please, Agency, help yourself to a glass of wine or ale.
The door opens, Darna looks up and something like resignation passes across her face as she sees who enters. He is a young handsome man with brown hair and an easy smile which he flashes when he sees Darna and the group. He makes his way to the table, Hello, everyone, I'm Mikkael, I'll be making sure you stay alive. He crosses to Darna and kisses the top of her head. Hello, sister, this is quite the group we've brought together, but we're missing one, aren't we? The construct?
Darna gives Mikkael a look before continuing. Everyone, this is my brother, Mikkael, he'll be joining you as well. He's a cleric of Riaell and he will look to your wounds and follow his sisters instructions.
You would all know that Riaell is the Goddess of life and rebirth.
Earthhand chuckles at the warning. "Ye think this is me first moon in Etheria, Darna? Oi've figured out how teh stay out of folk's way, mind ye me kind of naturalist seems not to spook folk s'much as these wizards and sorcerers. And yeh could've fooled me about it been 'gainst th'law, Oi've always avoided constables and clergymen. A roit pleasure Akham and Agency, Oi'd not say no teh 'nother round."
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Natures magic is more well received, Earthhand, you are correct, but you will still require a license to practice it within the walls of the city.
Ackam slaps Earthhand on the back and finishes his ale. "A pleasure ta meetcha Earthhand. What type o' name is Earthhand anyway? Not a clans or a tribes that I can recall. Then again, I don't think Darna here hired be because o' my memory!" Ackam laughs at his own joke and then pours himself another drink. "So, what brings ye ta Olber?" Ackam asks Earthhand and then turns to the others "What brings all o' ya to this fine city of filth and whores?" Ackam asks with a chuckle.
Ackam them watches as the woman waltz in and do some acrobatic tricks on to the table, spilling booze. "Ah, what de feck, a waste o' good booze, but darlin' those are some nasty moves," Ackam says to Agency.
"Hmm, Oi must've gotten lucky not gettin caught"Earthhand winks at the group, reaching into the folds of his cloak to produce a long wooden pipe filled with strange-looking purple herbs and taking a puff, seemingly without lighting it.
Wait so is this cleric permanently joining our party? I kinda wish I'd known that before rolling a now third healer...
Agency gives Mikkael a dry nod and slightly strained smile. Turning to Ackam with a sly more upbeat smirk, she replies "These moves are why I'm here, sir barnacle the profane." She waves at the bartender for their refill.
Lemme know how much to take off of gp.
Taking a sip of wine herself she continues "This being one of the biggest cities around, I was hoping there would be a Tournament I could participate in at the Arena. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any major ones coming up, sooo here I am doing the odd performance for the Tavern and hoping to get some better living arrangements after this" she gestures towards Darna.
"Hmm, Oi must've gotten lucky not gettin caught"Earthhand winks at the group, reaching into the folds of his cloak to produce a long wooden pipe filled with strange-looking purple herbs and taking a puff, seemingly without lighting it.
Wait so is this cleric permanently joining our party? I kinda wish I'd known that before rolling a now third healer...
Mikkael is an NPC more for story driving purposes than anything else. And you guys are gonna need all the extra healing and gods on your side you can get! ;)
Ackam slaps Earthhand on the back and finishes his ale. "A pleasure ta meetcha Earthhand. What type o' name is Earthhand anyway? Not a clans or a tribes that I can recall. Then again, I don't think Darna here hired be because o' my memory!" Ackam laughs at his own joke and then pours himself another drink. "So, what brings ye ta Olber?" Ackam asks Earthhand and then turns to the others "What brings all o' ya to this fine city of filth and whores?" Ackam asks with a chuckle.
Ackam them watches as the woman waltz in and do some acrobatic tricks on to the table, spilling booze. "Ah, what de feck, a waste o' good booze, but darlin' those are some nasty moves," Ackam says to Agency.
Enjoying the lively banter Varris pours himself a mug of wine from one of the bottles in the middle of the table and takes a sip. Can't remember the last time I had a good Etherian red! To answer your question my read bearded friend, the filth. I have found that is where Mishakal's light is typically most needed, though it does typically reveal some.....unsavory truths.
Put your spoiler here. Let’s start off with a short physical description of your characters then describe how you approach Darna and let us know what you say to her! Let’s go!
Thorok Earthhand staggers through the door of the Salt Spray Tavern, smelling of a mixture of herbs and smoke. He stands on the shorter side even for dwarves, with ruddy green-brown eyes, a long grey beard and weathered skin that would look robustly tan if it weren't for its sickly gaunt. Garbed in thick vestments of hide, he wears a wolf-pelt cloak with the fanged hood down, a crude but sturdy circular wooden shield strapped to his back. His alternate footsteps are accompanied by the clunk of a large oaken staff, elaborately hand carved with totem markings.
Spotting the dark-haired woman in the corner, Thorok makes his way through the crowded tavern floor, weaving expertly through patrons and looking longingly at the bar and the sailors heartily drinking around him. "Ye'd be Donna Kaylaura then? Ye'cn call me Earthhand, Oi'm much obleegiated." He makes a less than graceful bow.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Opening the door to the Salt Spray tavern, Varris Augustus scans the room looking for the woman responsible for the unexpected message he received yesterday. A slender man standing roughly 6 feet tall, he appears to be about 40 years old and wears a sandy tunic that has clearly seen many moons on the road. Pulling back the hood that typically obscures much of his face, a necklace with a small silver staff and a bright blue crystal become visible, as do his almost super-naturally bright blue eyes.
Returning his hands to the sleeves of his robe where they typically spend much of their time, he notices a set table with two striking characters sitting at it. The woman he believes sent him the note, and a dwarf who he does not recognize. Approaching the pair, he says in a quiet and relaxed voice "You must be Ms. Kealara. I'm Varris."
At that moment, he catches a whiff of the odd smell coming from the dwarf to his right and thinks to himself "What have I gotten myself into this time?".
Master Earthhand, thank you so much for responding to my summons. And it’s Darna and Kealara. While we wait for the others, would you care for a drink? And please tell me a little bit about yourself. Darna pours herself a glass of wine and fixes her gaze on Earthhand.
Ah, Master Augustus, thank you for coming. Please sit down and pour yourself a drink. This is Master Earthhand a Druid who will be joining your party. We were just saying a bit about ourselves while we wait for the others to arrive. Darna indicates a chair for Varris and gestures towards the bottles and pitcher.
Aedra of the Forgotten Realms, makes her way into the tavern as a patron politely holds the door open for her. She awards a slight twinge of a smile and effortlessly glides through the crowd towards the table in the back. Some take notice of her copper toned skin contrasted with her pale blonde hair. She has a hard time blending in. The gold flecks in her blue eyes shine in the firelight.
She locks eyes with the woman she knows she's here to meet, "Good evening, Darna" she says smoothly as if they'd met a hundred times before.
Earthhand eyes the bottle wistfully. "Ahhh, just the one then, if'n yer offering." He takes the bottle of ale and pours himself a more-than-modest glass. "M'pologies about the name, Oi wasn't always th' best with city folk. And Oi'm flattered by the title of 'Master', to be sure, but Earthhand suitsee jus' fine" he smiles at Darna. "From the wild foothills of the Zephyr Mountains Oi am, though Oi've found meeself in Olbeer fer quite the time now. If'n yer wonderin what parcitular use Oi can be te yer, yeh'cn put yer mind ter rest Oi sure ye; master survoivalist Oi am - yeh see this'n here pelt?" He hold up the edges of his wolf-pelt cloak, which despite its fine make is frayed to the point that it looks decades old. "Tracked this beast fer a full fortnite Oi did, mean basterd of a beast ee was. Oi'm also a druid as yeh keenly observed, magicks of land and life alike in these 'ere 'ands, and Oi'm not one teh shy from givin folk a good thumpin." Earthhand punctuates his last statement with a hiccup and a pound of his totem staff on the tavern floor.
He looks up at the newcomers, smiling brightly. "Varnis Asteegus was it? Pleased Oi'm sure. And yeh've certainly got a touch of the feywilds, elf, unless Oi'm misteekan."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Ah, go feck yourself, ya taint of a swamp giant," the halfling yells to some unseen person as he saunters into the Salt Spray Tavern. At 3'5, Ackam carries himself like he's 7 feet. His hair is cropped short to the scalp, his red beard is closely trimmed his face and minus his swollen left black-eye he's not a bad looking fella in the least. Ackam wears a simple leather vest, a pair of sailor pants that have seen better days, and a double-blade scimitar hangs loosely in it's scabbard. Ackam pushes his way up to the bar and slaps down a copper coin, "Can a hard working lad get a feckin shot of whiskey in this here joint," Ackam yells to no one "And what the feck is that smell!" The bartender eyes the halfling as if he's just another annoying pest that comes through this tavern then pours Ackam his shot and places in front of the pugnacious halfling. Ackam throws it back and shakes his head as the liquor warms his insides. "Now dat's feckin right," he says to himself. He looks around and sees Darna, the woman who came to see talking to a dwarf, a man, and a copper toned human.
He walks towards their table and gives everyone a beaming smile, "Look at this rag tag or feckin fools. Did Darna here also convince ya to come listen to her sales pitch? I'm just feckin with you, gal!" He says to Darna and the crew. He then spots the booze on the table, "I'm guess'in this is for us," and before anyone can answer pours himself a drink and takes a huge gulp of beer and when finished the foam sticks to the hairs on his upper lip. "The names, Ackam," he says with a foamy smile.
Aedra, thank you for joining us. These are Earthand, a Druid of the wild, and Varris Augustus, a sorcerer like yourself. I dare say your cadre will not be at a loss for magic. Though I must warn you, while Magic users are acceptable here in the city on account of the university, it’s use within the walls without a liicense is illegal. And outside the city there are many who do not trust magic or it’s practitioners, so I’d be careful who you let know about your talent.
Agency paused at the top of a set of stairs, yawning while she did a few leg stretches. She whispered some of her daily mantras to herself as she made her way down to the tavern proper. Halfway down her stark white eyes, which contrasted against her dark red skin, met with those of some of the patrons that had seen her perform the night before. Eager to get a good reaction from them she raised her long tail above her and in one graceful motion propelled it down against the floor, propelling her through the air in a summersault ending in a near soundless thud as she landed at the bottom of the stairs with a short flair of her midnight black hair. After a short bow, she looked towards the bar and noticed the bartender. She gave him a wink and a smirk of appreciation for providing her lodging. As she stood up she noticed she had landed right on top of a table where a grouping of what seemed to be some adventurers and the lady herself she had woken up to meet were sat. (There also seemed to be one or two spilled drinks) "No autographs, please" she joked as she flitted down the table. She turned to Darna "The lady Darna I presume?" Agency did a small curtsy to the rest of the group, "Agency, a pleasure to meet you all.... the next round is on me!"
Darna is not at all taken aback by Ackam’s bravado as he enters, in fact she seems a bit amused by it. Master Abatta, wonderful! Our group is half complete. Ackam Abatta, these are Earthhand the Druid and Aedra and Varris Augustus, sorcerers. Friend Ackam is a sailor raised in the Barbarian tribes of the north.
With a warm smile Augustus looks around at the characters assembling around the table, By Mishakal, quite a collection this is!
Earthhand chuckles at the warning. "Ye think this is me first moon in Etheria, Darna? Oi've figured out how teh stay out of folk's way, mind ye me kind of naturalist seems not to spook folk s'much as these wizards and sorcerers. And yeh could've fooled me about it been 'gainst th'law, Oi've always avoided constables and clergymen. A roit pleasure Akham and Agency, Oi'd not say no teh 'nother round."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ah, Lady Agency, fantastic! Earthhand, Aedra, Varris, Ackam, this is Agency, master of unarmed combat and alum of the gladiatorial pits. We are almost ready to start, please, Agency, help yourself to a glass of wine or ale.
The door opens, Darna looks up and something like resignation passes across her face as she sees who enters. He is a young handsome man with brown hair and an easy smile which he flashes when he sees Darna and the group. He makes his way to the table, Hello, everyone, I'm Mikkael, I'll be making sure you stay alive. He crosses to Darna and kisses the top of her head. Hello, sister, this is quite the group we've brought together, but we're missing one, aren't we? The construct?
Darna gives Mikkael a look before continuing. Everyone, this is my brother, Mikkael, he'll be joining you as well. He's a cleric of Riaell and he will look to your wounds and follow his sisters instructions.
You would all know that Riaell is the Goddess of life and rebirth.
Natures magic is more well received, Earthhand, you are correct, but you will still require a license to practice it within the walls of the city.
Ackam slaps Earthhand on the back and finishes his ale. "A pleasure ta meetcha Earthhand. What type o' name is Earthhand anyway? Not a clans or a tribes that I can recall. Then again, I don't think Darna here hired be because o' my memory!" Ackam laughs at his own joke and then pours himself another drink. "So, what brings ye ta Olber?" Ackam asks Earthhand and then turns to the others "What brings all o' ya to this fine city of filth and whores?" Ackam asks with a chuckle.
Ackam them watches as the woman waltz in and do some acrobatic tricks on to the table, spilling booze. "Ah, what de feck, a waste o' good booze, but darlin' those are some nasty moves," Ackam says to Agency.
"Hmm, Oi must've gotten lucky not gettin caught" Earthhand winks at the group, reaching into the folds of his cloak to produce a long wooden pipe filled with strange-looking purple herbs and taking a puff, seemingly without lighting it.
Wait so is this cleric permanently joining our party? I kinda wish I'd known that before rolling a now third healer...
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Agency gives Mikkael a dry nod and slightly strained smile. Turning to Ackam with a sly more upbeat smirk, she replies "These moves are why I'm here, sir barnacle the profane." She waves at the bartender for their refill.
Lemme know how much to take off of gp.
Taking a sip of wine herself she continues "This being one of the biggest cities around, I was hoping there would be a Tournament I could participate in at the Arena. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any major ones coming up, sooo here I am doing the odd performance for the Tavern and hoping to get some better living arrangements after this" she gestures towards Darna.
Mikkael is an NPC more for story driving purposes than anything else. And you guys are gonna need all the extra healing and gods on your side you can get! ;)
Enjoying the lively banter Varris pours himself a mug of wine from one of the bottles in the middle of the table and takes a sip. Can't remember the last time I had a good Etherian red! To answer your question my read bearded friend, the filth. I have found that is where Mishakal's light is typically most needed, though it does typically reveal some.....unsavory truths.