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Her words are haunting, foreign, and as she utters the very last one, the blue light travels down the chain of her stone and lights it up like a bright beacon that scalds my eyes and I squint to adjust to its brightness. The tip that was dipped in the potion turns a brazen green and the pendulum starts swinging freely of its own accord as though it’s caught by a sudden gust and seems to tug Sierra across the map.

She opens her eyes but keeps her hand steady as the chain manipulates itself and tugs the stone towards a part of the world to her left. She follows gently, allowing it to guide her as though somehow, it’s now a little life of its own, a dog on a leash pulling it’s master home with impressive strength for such a feeble little object.