Siora is back

You don't need to look up to see who it is helping you to your feet. The rope tied around her wrist makes it obvious that it is Siora. In her other hand she holds three spell scrolls, with a fourth one tucked under her armpit.

Once you are back on your feet she slaps the three scrolls onto the table. "There you go, three 'Fire Storm' spell scrolls," she announces as the old man examines them. He nods, seemingly satisfied with the trade. Siora lets go of your arm, pulling the teleport scroll out and unrolling it. Before she does anything with the scroll, she turns to the old man one last time. "These harnesses won't go with us," she explains. "Feel free to keep them, I guess."

She turns to you, taking your hand in hers again. She shuts her eyes, focusing on the spell. The scroll begins to glow and wind swirls around you. The old man holds down his loose papers as the scroll begins to dissolve in Siora's hand. The scroll finally disappears in a blinding flash, leaving darkness and eerie silence as you wait to see if the spell scroll worked.