In the aftermath of the battle in the vaults, an image of Obanar appears and bids the party to remain in the vaults until he arrives. The invaders are withdrawing and the city defenses are fully restored. In due time, Obanar arrives in person to set about releasing Luz and Almorien from the traps. The last two elementals are quickly destroyed.
From the vaults, Obanar and Rrowthar lead the party up a coiling grand staircase to a well-appointed sitting room in an upper story of the Guardian’s Tower. The style of décor and the design of the furniture are eclectic. Each piece is extravagant, apparently from many different designs and made from a wide range of materials. Some designs are recognized as elven, other dwarven and others unfamiliar. The seats are plush and plentiful.
Soon, a myriad of small constructs appear in the doorways bearing food and drink. They weave through the party distributing their goodies as Obanar address everyone gathered. “My heroes,” Obanar begins, “I am humbled by your trust and patience thus far. Events have moved quickly these last few hours. I am sure you have many questions for me. It seems the world has forgotten this place, though ancient enemies have not.”
“I should first explain who I am; I am Obanar, last guardian of Argent. Better than one hundred and twenty years ago my makers from the empire of Nerath sent me here as a champion. Nerath, as all empires before it, supplied Argent with champions to honor its obligations to the Paragon Compact.”
“What’s that? What of the Paragon Compact you ask?” He takes a grave tone, although the warforged wizard’s expressions show no change.
“As the Dawn War ended, many of the gods set up the Paragon Compact with the leaders of the civilized people to provide for the defense of the world against threats that go beyond local strife and uprisings. Threats with the power to lay waste the world itself. Every civilized nation has always provided champions to serve in Argent and take up the Silver Cloaks. But, sadly the compact is broken. No one has come to Argent to stand guard in its towers or relieve me of my watch. A century has passed. Even Nerath has forgotten its oaths and I am ashamed for my proud and ancient homeland.”
His tone brightens, again his visage remains unchanged, “But you are here! My seneschal has found powerful and noble champions. Argent is not yet lost so the fiends behind this threat have not yet won. Will you wear the mantle of honorary champions?”
“Come, you have many questions for me. Let me answer what I may.”