Gilean stood upon a quiet pier on the edge of New Thalos. He glanced around and didn't see anyone else in the surrounding area of abandoned warehouses. Content that nobody saw him, he pulled a small but heavy steel box from within the folds of his robes. He slid open the sturdy latch and lifted the lid. Within, lay the necklace. It wasn't quite as pristine as the one Claire had been tasked with hiding away, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Each of its many beads held the smallest sparkle of inner light.
The necklace held a strange attraction for Gilean. It was almost as if there were an unknown connection to something greater than this plane of existance. When he and Claire had visited that plane to retrieve Kaliadra and Sanria everything felt so familiar. Then, when Velentham had touched him, it was like the impenetrable clouds of his past had started to part. His past was still mainly a mystery but Glean could now remember feelings...impressions. He felt a strange kinship with Velentham. He felt that there was much more to his life than his youthful years could account for. He also felt a conviction and a defiance, but he knew not against what. This necklace seemed to whisper im his mind that it could help him... reconnect him.
Gilean realized with a bit of a start that he had been staring into the box for much longer than he intended. Content that its contents were indeed in their place he clapped the lid shut, ignoring the small tinge of regret that tugged upon his heart. He slid the latch closed and wrapped his hands about the box. He closed his eyes, whispering a devout prayer to Lathander. In response to his calling, a white light flared brightly from between his fingers and he knew his ward of locking was in place. With a nod of satisfaction Gilean tucked the box back within the folds of his robes.
He took a final look around and, satisfied that he was still alone, invoked a much simpler favor. His feet rose from the ground in response and Gilean lifted his gaze towards the subtle curve of the horizon. With the conviction of his duty driving him forward, he set off in flight over the vast expanse of the Sea of Swords to dispose of his charge.
