"Galrick," a voice called incessantly, and I tried to bat it away. I tried desperately to cling to the unconscious oblivion. The Traveler had been slain by the Brilhado. I was alone in an miasma. "Wake UP already," the voice repeated, and I was kicked sharply in the shin. "By Shorak's Keg...." "Who are you?" I asked. "The Traveler's brother?" "Will you be creating a haven as well, as you indicated?" the Drakel asked him then, and I tried to piece together what he meant. "How can you send the Traveler?" I asked then, what he said dawning. "He is dead. Diviara killed him."