Joseph, The Professor's page

"Well, different areas of the Material Plane sync up with the outer planes in different places. I'm curious to see if Irian's presence is as strongly felt In Aundair, for example, as it is here, in Breland. Just travelling and noting the sky should be enough, given the way Irian is showing."

"Be safe in Stormhome. And enjoy yourself! It's not everyday you get to go to paradise!"

"These rings are remarkable! But you say, it's somewhere inside you? It's burrowed in? That worries me. How many rings are there in total? I'd love to have one to study.", Joseph trails off.

"Ah yes, Irian. Of which Irirangi is a diminuitive, I'm sure, but I'm no etymologist. Irian's presence is indeed affecting healing magic here. In Sharn at least. I came to Kurala's to see curative magic in action, and it appears my hypothesis is correct. But these things have to wax and wane, like a tide. This is only the beginning of Irian's unexpected manifestation. If it follows the same trajectory and timeline that it is supposed to, then who knows what will happen. More than vanishing cuts and bruises, death may temporarily disappear as well."

"But that is not what worries me. You should understand the severity of the matter. Your particular training and studies with me concerned this very matter. It is never only about the light; the darkness will follow in Irian's absence. And it may shroud the whole Material Plane in a life-sucking shroud of misery. That's what concerns me. I must figure out to what extent this appearance of Irian has thrown any of the other planes off balance. I need more time, more research. And, heck, I don't even know if this is happening anywhere other than Sharn. You mentioned leaving the city of towers for a little while; where are you going? Do you think you could do some basic field research for me while you are gone?"

This squat house in the Clifftop district has a simple, yet welcoming, sign above the door. Kurala's is a warm, and clean place, where a number of halfling attendees wait. One male halfing seems to be tending to a broken wing of a bird, while another woman is interrogating a man in plate armour. She seems to be having difficulty in getting him to take off his armour, so she can inspect his wounds.

However, before her eyes can adjust fully to the interior light, Irirangi is set upon by a familiar chuckling face.

"Priestess Biasharan! How good to see you here. I have been meaning to chase you down at some point today. Tell me that you're not hurt, in some way. Or sick?"