You all take shelter from the coming storm in the goat barn, convincing Elisande to stay with you. Your sleep is restful.
However, you are all awakened before dawn. Somewhere in the night sky above the thunderclouds, Selune has raised an old moon: a slim, fading crescent. In the wind and rain, its light is lost to you. However, through the sheets of water, a pale glow and swirl of fog unaffected by the storm approach the landing. Screams of the damned ride the wind.