As the last hours of the Thinnest Veil slip away, and the night finally breaks into dawn, a silhouette in the corner begins to fade. What once could have been seen is now only a soft chill in the air near the shrine to the Eldest. And in the morning, the people of New Haven awaken to the bloodstained sand outside of what was once Ebrahim's cabin and make their way to the tavern for their breakfast, and as they do, the only sign that the lonely building might not have been empty is the hourglass on the shrine to Noktal, its sand falling gently. It continues like that as time goes on, and every ten minutes, the hourglass turns on its own, counting the seconds.