Perugius said as he winks at Sylvaril.
Syvaril pulls out a flute in the shape of a tower with a dragon coiled on it.
"Use it at a location associated with me. When Clearnight of Thunder [1] hears you, Arumanfi will come get you."
I accept the flute and put it away.
Given how the conversation went, I assume if I was ever in trouble, with this flute he'll come to my aid.
That works too.
"The sun has set."
Without realizing it, the sun set and night falls.
But it isn't dark.
Both the table and the surrounding flowers glow pale white.