Spirit's Anchor, The Dreaming City
The Guardian speaks to Riven.
Riven: You've returned. Would that the queen's witches had your punctuality, O warden mine. The Techeuns have started work on the Lodestone. But they can't finish it without help. I would love to find amusement in their inadequacy — make a meal of it. However… The task of helping those who can't help themselves has fallen on your shoulders again. Something of the Ahamkara in you, perhaps? The lodestone must be attuned to the Confluence. Like teaching a compass where north lies. I've simplified, of course. For your sake. The calibration will take some time. Should I pray for you to make it out alive?