Twitch rolled a gold coin slowly up and down her knuckles, winding it through her fingers as she stared out into the middle distance. Around her, the unnervingly orderly city of Shae Mordai, with its living and undead population residing and working side by side, went about its morning business. Let's see now , Twitch mused. Envy died--and came back to life. She killed her best friend of roughly a hundred years--and then he came back to life. And now she's participated in the ambush and killing of her parents--in a city where half of the citizens are undead. Mighty Traveler, does anyone stay dead in this world? The Outcasts had turned their focus to luring Lord and Lady ir'Liadon to Eberron in an ambush, and it had worked. Twitch's virtues weren't many, but driving people into a senseless rage to kill her was one of her special talents. A couple of goading Sendings , a well-coordinated release from prison for Envy's brother (courtesy of some truly extraordinary persuasion by Envy with the Undead Council), and a meeting outside of town in which both sides seemed to know that it would end in only one side left standing, and Lord and Lady ir'Liadon were dead. For now. Or so it would appear. The Outcasts got a fancy icy sword, formerly in the possession of Lady ir'Liadon, and the bounty on the pair's heads. Envy's brother gained his freedom. And Envy purged a lifetime of rage at her despicable upbringing. So why did Twitch feel so uneasy? Perhaps it was because so many questions remained unanswered. What had Lord and Lady ir'Liadon been doing collecting ancient elvish artifacts? Why was it so important to them that Envy's brother Erden remain in prison? Why did Levistus support Lord and Lady ir'Liadon over his other servants, Envy and Tellian--and then seemingly allow the ir'Liadons to walk into an obvious bloodbath? Twitch's acute--some might say paranoid--senses were working overtime, seemingly sensing unseen figures moving just beyond the periphery of her sight. Once again, the Outcasts had gotten themselves involved in forces beyond Twitch's comprehension: demon lords, other dimensions, trapped Overlords from the beginning of time and the forces seeking their release--and of course, the Dragon Prophecy, the destruction of one or more continents, and something about the end of the world. True to her nickname, Twitch's body jerked nervously and involuntarily, and the coin between her fingers clattered to the ground. Muttering pirate curses under her breath, Twitch bent to pick it up. Her gaze fell upon the shiny new mithral armor that she had purchased and the shield, emblazoned with the symbol of the Traveler, resting against the table near to her arm. Your Path is walked forward but only understood backward, Twitch thought. But I wonder, mighty Traveler, will You ever permit me to understand this Path at all?