From the chronicles of Coton:

In mystification over the acts of the gods.

Lotil continues the steady working of his pluma. His tapestry takes shape slowly before us, though I still cannot tell whether he creates a blossom, a bright bird, or perchance an elegant butterfly. Perhaps he blends all three into a design, a piece of artwork as alive as its subjects.

It is a wonder and a glory to see the skills of this man, to observe him in the creation of something that is such evidence of the sublime glory of the gods-of Qotal, who gave us pluma.

At the same time, I sense a great stirring of evil as Zaltec emerges from his slumber. He has recovered from his battle with his brother and has begun to think again, to plan and to move.

As he schemes, he knows that Qotal can have but one more opportunity, and then he concludes where than chance must come.

And so I feel evil move toward Payit, where it prepares fog the final confrontation with the Feathered Dragon

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