The streets of Neverwinter are alive with talk of a miracle. Armon Cove stands now as a ghost down of Shacks, falling down with the wind. This is because the people that were there have returned to Neverwinter, cleansed of their curse. An ear on the streets hears stories of purple fire, cauldrons of blood, and two sorceresses. A white haired and black haired one. The Rumors have so many different tellings, of personal experiences and holy underlines, but these are the facts that remain constant.
