In a quiet residential section of Stormreach, a would-be assassin lay his weapons at Sh'Nezz'Tar's feet. Standing just a few paces away, Twitch reflected on the monumental changes in her world in the past few days. The Outcasts had located the giants' camp that the warforged Flednar and Legion's brothers had made their base of operations. Twitch had anticipated a fight, or at least some careful surveillance and information-gathering. Instead, Flednar approached Legion and offered to have Legion's consciousness replaced by the ancient giant seer Shira--and Legion agreed! Twitch had been floored. But after probing Legion's motives, Twitch accepted that the warforged saw this step as part of his destiny, and that Legion was making the decision freely. Twitch's faith in The Traveler valued individual free will above all; and so, with sadness over bidding farewell to their friend, the Outcasts wished Legion well in his new role as the body for the ancient seer. Flednar welcomed Legion into the camp, demonstrated to Legion how to incorporate the Docent Shira into his frame, and soon Legion was gone, replaced by the ancient giant in a new body. Twitch's shock was only to grow, however. Flednar and Shira offered a reward to the Outcasts for Legion's sacrifice; and, after a brief discussion, it was clear that the giants could assist Lukar in resurrecting his long-dead wife Velena. With some trepidation at the prospect of unintended consequences, Twitch watched as Lukar summoned the djinn that agreed to cast a Wish spell for the group and directed the djinn to bring Velena's remains to their location. The djinn did as it was bid; and soon, Twitch watched with amazement as Flednar and the giants collected the remains to perform a transformative ritual to restore Velena's soul to her renewed body. Not for the first time, Twitch was witness to something incredible--just as the necromancer Haliss Cost had restored Envy to her regenerated body after a zombie beholder had disintegrated Envy, now the combination of a powerful Wish and ancient giant magic had restored Velena to life after nearly a century of death. Twitch felt humbled in the face of such awesome powers. After a tearful reunion between Lukar and Velena (and Envy, who had apparently known Velena from the distant past), the Outcasts returned to Stormreach to allow Velena to recover and to take stock. The Stormreach mayoral election was drawing nearer, and the Storm Lord Baron Veren Lassite apparently still seemed to hold a lead in popularity over the local bartender and political neophyte Lance Dutane. With Lukar and Envy watching over Velena's convalescence, Twitch, Yipping, and Sh'Nezz'Tar set out to meet Lord Lassite, the last of the Stormreach candidates with whom they had not yet met. The trio attended a campaign event at one of Lord Lassite's opulent casinos, where the plutocrats of Stormreach gambled away wealth Twitch would have found unimaginable just a few months ago. Twitch asked Baron Lassite what his vision offered for the Stormreach residents not as fortunate as his patrons: "I would tell them to get a job," the Storm Lord replied callously. Twitch had heard enough from the Storm Lord directly, but her alert ears had also overheard the Storm Lord speaking with another before the companions had entered the Storm Lord's chamber--and that other person had said, ominously, "I'll take care of him tonight, sir." Sh'Nezz'Tar and Yipping agreed that boded ill for Lance Dutane, and so--after stopping at the harbor to collect Envy and Lukar--the Outcasts made their way to Dutane's bar. Inside, Sh'Nezz'Tar received a mysterious note from an unknown reverse pickpocket, whose note read: "I'll be watching. --A." Despite that mystery, however, the Outcasts found no signs of wrongdoing inside the bar, and, as Envy performed to an appreciative crowd, the rest of the Outcasts returned outside. Outside Dutane's establishment, Twitch's keen eyes again noticed a set of tracks that appeared to reflect someone that had been casing the bar. The companions followed the trail to a modest, two-story home, where someone had expertly climbed the outside wall and entered through a second-story window. Sh'Nezz'Tar levitated up to the window and spotted a half-elf with a drawn sword waiting by the interior doorway. The group decided to attack and subdue first, and ask questions later; and, soon thereafter, what appeared to be a would-be assassin was surrendering his weapons. Twitch's mind was filled with questions. Who was this would-be assassin? Whose home was this? Who was the assassin's target--was it, as the Outcasts suspected, the barkeep Dutane? What was the connection, if any, with the Storm Lord Lassite? And if there were a connection between Lassite and an assassination attempt on his political rival, why take such crude measures so close to an election Lassite was favored to win? Twitch had never set out to become involved in Stormreach's politics, and she still felt ambivalent about the Outcasts' role in discrediting (and destroying) two of the candidates. From Twitch's perspective, that the people of Stormreach were having their voice heard in choosing their leader was already a victory for individual freedom; and if the people wanted to choose a heartless rogue like Lassite as their leader, who was Twitch to gainsay it? But free choice required accurate and full information--and if Lassite were resorting to the Storm Lord's historical practices of thuggery and brutality to eliminate his rivals, then Twitch felt that the people of Stormreach deserved to know. Twitch's brow furrowed as she thought. Is this the path that You intend for me? she wondered.