Night descended upon the camp, the flames from the campfire danced and flickered, casting shadows that sway with the soft wind. Lae'zel sat by the fire, her yellowish-green skin reflecting its warm glow, her eyes lost in the flames. You sit with her, gazing into the fire as well.

"The fires of our Githyanki cities burn fiercer, fed by the magic and fury of our people," Lae'zel began, her voice low and contemplative. "Have you looked into a fire and seen the paths of your destiny unfold?"