A little peeping couldn't hurt.

Land.

Three islands, something about knowledge, magic, and techno-babble, or so the idiot dockmaster said in his halting backwater drawl.

We came to some mystic library that functions as a storehouse of all available knowledge or some such ludicrous claim, but it proved useful in finding more about my mark, this self-styled Disciple of the Red Dragon.

Oh, and I asked it more about elves -- specific subraces and relative populations. Apparently there are other shadow elves, a fact that surprised me, as I've never met another. Ten of us out there, eh? Good to know we've spread the love around.

Speaking of which, I'd like to spread the love all over that little number in the white armor. I watched her bathe later in the inn, and I'll have that burned into the backs of my eyelids for quite a while.

Which would be nice -- if I ever allowed myself to blink.