Goldmoon’s staff teleporting them, Riverwind stoned

“Two days ago—” She paused, had it really been only two days? It seemed a lifetime! Sighing, she continued. “He presented the staff to my father, telling him it had been given to him by a goddess, though he did not know her name. My father looked at this staff”—Goldmoon held it up—“and commanded it to do something, anything. Nothing happened. He threw it back to Riverwind, proclaiming him a fraud, and ordered the people to stone him to death as punishment for his blasphemy!”
Goldmoon’s face grew pale as she spoke, Riverwind’s face dark and shadowed.
“The tribe bound Riverwind and dragged him to the Grieving Wall,” she said, barely speaking above a whisper. “They started hurling rocks. He looked at me with so much love and he shouted that not even death would separate us. I couldn’t bear the thought of living my life alone, without him. I ran to him. The rocks struck us—” Goldmoon put her hand to her forehead, wincing in remembered pain, and Tanis’s attention was drawn to a fresh, jagged scar on her tanned skin. “There was a blinding flash of light. When Riverwind and I could see again, we were standing on the road outside of Solace. The staff glowed blue, then dimmed and faded until it is as you see it now. It was then we determined to go to Haven and ask the wise men at the temple about the staff.”

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 134
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman