With your party safely aboard the White Ship, you beseech its captain to leave the Moon at once. You have no desire to stay in this perilous place any longer than you have to. "Not yet," the captain replies with an amiable smile. You plead with him, but he raises a hand in a gesture of silence, peering out into the distance. You squint against the light from the sun, which hangs static in the dark sky. There, miles away, you spot the thing that drew the captain's eye: a bird with many wings and even more colors, its feathers bright and vivid. It perches on a ruined stone structure and preens itself. Then, just as your patience is beginning to wear thin, it launches itself into space, and the captain pulls up the ship's anchor.