The Advocate takes the form of an old friend. It does little to mask their immortal nature.
They lead you to a Pond in the woods near where you were born. The water is imbued with divinity- though it never looked so in your memory.
Your head spins. You try to protest, but find yourself speechless.
The Advocate pulls your eyes to the map unfurled between the two of you- the Valley of Flaggin.
You feel The Geas on your heart- you will not refuse the call of duty.
You wonder if it was all a dream, but you still have the map. After a moment of respite, it will be time to continue.