Make progress.

Come the next day, it's time to make a move. Your body is satisfied. Your stomach is full. Your sword is polished. Your gear is clean. This time, however, you haven't collected a party to go. There's no specific quest quite yet, and there's not much of a reason to expend the energy to Bunny Hop a bunch of people to where you're headed and back again when all you really plan to do is speak with someone, and he may not even be present to do so. Your people know where you're going, however, and they promise to hold down the fort while you're gone. You have your Sending Stone safely stowed away, and with such a useful item, you can actually utilize your Arcane Eye for more than just checking in back home whenever you leave. Either way, someone has to know something that can help you take on Breiah and Elok Daven. All you need is a way to discover one more entrance, preferably one much closer to the destination than the entrance at Dragonhide Manor. You need more intelligence.

"I'll be back soon," you say to those nearby.

"Please be safe, Master," replies Yin as she bows her head.

"When all the talking stuff is done," Niki speaks up. "Then let me know. I'm aching to kick down the door of Elok Daven's lair. You just gotta tell me where it is."

"And I'll keep things pretty as always!" Peony calls out from behind. She has a big smile on her face, and she waves with excitement.

You see others about. Despite all the tribulations, life seems to be great for all those who live here. As your resident dryad said, it's a pretty place, and it's thanks to those who have made this their home. This is what you're protecting. You need to find a way to finally be free so that you can live with all those you love, and everyone can feel safe. No matter what, you know you'll find a solution.

One. Two. Bunny Hop!

It's easy to forget just how much you've improved on your usage of the technique, especially when you're not carrying anyone with you. It's hardly dizzying at all anymore. You step through space itself, landing your boots down against the grass of an expansive field of rolling hills. It's a place you've been before, of course. There's a tower not far from where you are--tall, made from grey stone bricks. You make your way closer, gazing up at the blue pointed rooftop, and at the base, a large set of wooden double doors. Not only are there all manner of flowers growing around the tower, but there's a young woman there who is rather lovely as well.