Choice. A path lain straight and true. Dominoes set, a chain of events as sure as shadow and light, from the simple snow banks of Kharanos to these cyclopedian Outland halls. Gifts offered, each task a facade against strategies set forth from the shattering of wells to opening of portals dark. A siren's call, seductive. Such that even the most innocent would end here, as those last dominoes fell, in these rooms, to witness the final truth. Fire and demons. Theirs, and that way it had been always. How could there be any other choice? And a breath away ... destiny. Power. Life. Held out. Offered. Choice.