We are proceeding through this strange realm. It is an intriguing place, but I regret that we do not have the leisure to look around. We are seeking out the Mold-Maker, Marzalee. The individual identified as the Tick-Tock Man wishes us to obtain some grubs from her. I do not approve of this course of action, sneaking about and thieving, but the others seem set on it and we have no time to waste in discussion. Sandru-tzu and Shalelu-ren’s lives hang in the balance.
The Barrow Man, fortunately, was inclined to cooperate with us after a small scuffle.
I fear that we are running out of time.