“Oh but if we could.” The jarl states, “they seem happy, do they not?” A cheer echoes throughout the hall as new ale is being served. “No. We are cursed to know and cursed to see the same day for eternity.”

You’ve paid close attention to the Jarl as he spoke, flickering in and out of an ethereal existence to real flesh. A small ring pulses with a clear blue color on his right hand.

“Unless…” he starts, “you could help us.”