Felix Caelus

Well, at least they're taking turns to play test subject. And now Felix knows it's safe to scoop up, albeit gingerly. What a strange sensation - it's barely there, yet he can feel the cold of it. "It might behave differently in other planes. What do you suppose you could do with it?"

"This way," their guide reminds them. Their path leads straight down into that lake of shadow, and they can play with it all they like while they're passing through. Felix is a little unsure about walking in, but it proves entirely breathable. The torch doesn't scatter these shadows so much as nudge them aside a little; it would be easy to fall behind and lose the trail

"What is this place?" he asks the Sentinel. He wants to gain all the knowledge of this realm he can on this visit.

"It is the Gloaming Deep, where the Eventide swells and ebbs. Do not be afraid, mortal- but stay close." How the shade must be smirking under there. "We are close to the end, now."