As memories filled in, you remembered why you were there. A massive column of smooth obsidian, hundreds of feet thick, unbreakable, and miles high, it was the final resting place of a great king. Rumor had it that a dark mage, riding a twisted bird, had flown up the tower and robbed his grave. You heard that a man saw from whence he came. You were to meet him at the tavern at midnight. you glanced at the stars and saw it was nearly then. You made your way to the mostly empty tavern, finding your informant already downing a glass of mead. You sidle up next to him and drop a pill into his drink, one that would clear his thoughts. He stared at you for a while before recognizing you. Then saying only, "Yonder." and gesturing with his unsteady hand to the Southeast, before leaving in a great hurry. A quick glance at his cup revealed that he had only been drinking foamy dishwater. You left a coin on the table, then left to see on your map.