The tavern’s quieter corner rests beneath a smoked-oak beam, where hearthlight softens the noise of Phandelver around you. Teren gestures toward the empty bench. Bren remains within sight, giving the two of you space.
Teren
The amber chamber concealed more than my long vigil. It preserved Kynes’s final doubt, the part he never entrusted to the vault.
Teren lowers his voice. His face is still concealed, but his shoulders ease now that the words are spoken. Across the room, Bren watches without intruding.
Teren
Kynes feared that carrying the testimony would turn every witness into a vessel. He believed isolation was the only way to remain himself. The chamber proved him wrong, but it never told him how to live otherwise.
Teren
You know what he left behind now. Not just the record, but his fear, his mistake, and the path he chose. Before we travel, what do you intend to do with that knowledge?
Bren
You do not have to answer as Kynes would have. Whatever you say, let it belong to Sil'Thalis.
Clarify Teren's withheld account of Kynes's final doubt