Sorrenna insisted, before we departed the following morning, that we visit the Weeping Stones directly—not simply hear secondhand description, but witness the location ourselves, understand firsthand what her tradition had spent generations documenting.
"Kessa will guide you," she said, too frail herself to make the journey. "Half a day's travel from here, deeper into the mountains. The stones themselves are unremarkable to look at—simple rock formations, weathered by centuries of wind and rain. Their significance lies entirely in what occurs there, not in any visible marker that would distinguish them to an untrained eye."
"What should we expect to witness?" Darius asked.
