Darkened Skye

Skye of Lynlorra:
The old tuning-forks-in-the-wall-near-the-hidden-entrance shtick.

Draak:
Oh, come on, we can't do this puzzle till later.

Skye of Lynlorra:
How do you know?

Draak:
I read the script. I-I mean: I had a sacred vision!

Skye of Lynlorra:
I see another island out there, but how do we get to it?

Draak:
How's your backstroke?

Skye of Lynlorra:
Lousy. I'm a warrior-hero-adventurer-goddess who can't swim. Okay?

Draak:
He-Whose-Face-May-Not-Be-Glimpsed and I have 'issues.'

Skye of Lynlorra:
Yeah... think I'll wander into that pitch-black cave alone. I WANT to show up in the credits as Third Dead Teenager.

Draak:
Now: go to the village. Find the old woman named Gannish. She can tell you about that orange thing of yours that has everyone's woolies in a bunch.

Draak:
Necroth can tear holes in reality like a cheap tunic.

Skye of Lynlorra:
Anything could be lurking in there. Well, guess I'll stick my face in.