Pain. It surges through bone and blood. It tears at Belmarniss' heart, where the Relic of the Reaper once rested. A hole has been carved in her flesh, just above her heart, and raggedly stitched by an unskilled hand.
"I've heard stories of the Plane of Shadow doing odd things with time," Safiya says thoughtfully. "But my own experiments never replicated it - I could go in with a pocketwatch in hand and a clock outside and come out with them in full agreement. If there's some kind of time dilation going on it's nowhere near consistent, and going off the legends I heard the plane's just as likely to stretch our time as compress it... depending on, as Gannayev said, its own idea of dramatic timing."
"I didn't know the Plane of Shadow had that much personality."
"It's rather notorious for it," Safiya says ruefully. "Most planes aren't nearly so opinionated... except Neth, the Plane that Lives, but that's in the name, isn't it. - we're vanishingly unlikely to encounter Neth, it just comes readily to mind in this conversation for obvious reasons."
"That one we don't even have one of at home. That I know of."
"It mostly just eats people, but some archmages have spoken to it and it's by all accounts a scintillating conversationalist as long as you don't mind it occasionally trying to swallow you. The account I read was by a Red Wizard who brought fifty slaves and just cast one in whenever a ravening maw opened nearby... very irrelevant, sorry. What were we even - the bear god, of course. We should find Kaelyn's siblings, no?"
"Yeah, and they won't necessarily be where we left them if we were dilated, but maybe they'll have left a note or something clever like that." Oh siblings, where are you.