“WEREN!” Dekarru snapped, honest anger in her voice. “You will NOT speak of them that way!”

  Wen flinched and turned to the oracle, bowing her head. “I am sorry, Oracle Dekarru. I did not mean my words, my frustration got the better of me.” She spoke with complete and full sincerity, no sarcasm in her words at all. This was not a minor matter and I needed an expnation.

  I cleared my throat to gain their attention before I spoke up. “Okay, maybe let the Saints here know what’s going on?”

  Dekarru sent another gre towards Weren. “Expin, and do so without insult.”

  The cook took a breath and stepped away from Sellian. She settled down on a cushion and spent a few moments gathering her thoughts. “My family is part of a sect of the Blue Father’s priesthood, specifically one that venerates him as a god of death.”

  “Death?” I tilted my head in confusion.

  Dekarru answered my confusion. “The Green Mother is a goddess of many things, including nature, agriculture, and life. The Blue Father is likewise a god of many things. Travel, community, and death among them. It is part of the cycle of nature and comes for all living things.”

  I blinked as a detail struck me. “He’s a god of the sea and rivers, isn’t he?”

  The oracle nodded. “It makes him close to the Ferryman in nature, though in a lesser sense. You could consider the Blue Father a sort of underling of the Ferryman in some ways.”

  “And,” I turned to Weren, “your family is part of a sect that serves him in that aspect specifically?”

  Wen nodded. “There are pces where the dead are restless, the Tombguard keep watch over them.”

  I sat up straight. “Hang on, do you mean that they combat undead?”

  Dekarru raised a brow and looked at me “Undead? Interesting word, is that from Dani’s world?”

  “Oh, uh, yeah, legends of various kinds of dead things getting up and causing problems are generalized as ‘undead’ in a lot of stories. Is that actually a problem? Lietri had no memory anything like that.”

  Weren cleared her throat. “It is exceptionally rare, mostly relegated to ancient ruins from lost civilizations and forgotten tombs where bodies were interred in times long past. Almost all of the known risen dead are several thousand years old.”

  Dekarru spoke, adding more details. “As far as we know, every religion has something akin to the Tombguard to deal with the known locations and seek out others. But most of the ancient restless are gone now and new ones are so rare that only two have been confirmed in even my own lifetime. It’s not an issue that many would be aware of.”

  I paused and looked at Weren, a memory prodding my mind. “Your nightmare.” She just nodded in silence. “I take it you do not get along well with your family then?”

  The cook huffed, her shoulders rising in a small shrug. “They wanted me to be something I’m not. My sisters are alright but the rest of the family saw me as a disappointment.”

  I crawled over and pulled her into a tight hug. “You are incredible. Anyone that sees you as a disappointment is blind.” When I pulled back, I looked into her eyes and smirked. “And remember, I am a Saint so my opinion matters more.”

  She snorted and let a small grin through. “Saint of being a doofus maybe. But… thank you.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning to Olivia. “But my point is, there is a training that I got put through, well I mean we all got put through it, but not the point.” She shook her head. “The point is, the training makes it so that Wraith is a really common css for members of the families of the sect to get. Scary stealth fighters that can see more than just the material world, have powerful illusion magic, and the ability to effect people’s emotions. That sound useful for your Honor Guard?”

  The Warcry’s Saint slowly nodded. “I… would it not be somewhat… bsphemous for them to work for me though?”

  Weren shook her head. “They’re not a monolith, while the general opinion is that they do this for the Blue Father, a lot of them do it because tradition, or because the risen are a threat, or just because it’s expected of them. There are more members of the sect than are actually needed, which is why I was allowed to leave years ago, so I am almost certain that the Saint of a war god allied with the Blue Father would find someone who would consider the duty an honor and be more than happy to dedicate themselves to your service.”

  Dekarru nodded. “I agree with the sentiment. Though they are…” Weren grunted and bit her lip to keep her words in her mind and not in the air. “They can be assholes, yes. Talented and loyal to the cause, but insur. They don’t often mingle well with people outside of the sect.”

  “Or inside it for that matter.”

  “Weren.”

  “That’s not an insult, it’s an observation. They punished me for being different. They put me on ghost-watch for sneaking in SEASONING for my food. I had to deal with phantoms whispering in my ear, reminding me how much of a failure I was while the family did the same all because I wanted something that didn’t taste like soggy moss!”

  I patted Wen’s head softly. “Hey, you’re here with us. Don’t fall back into the past and leave the love you have now behind.”

  She leaned against me and nodded. “Thank you.”

  Olivia tapped her chin. “I can work with assholes, I was career military after all. But…” she looked to Weren and took a breath. “I would appreciate an introduction if you would be willing.”

  The cook slumped against me. I grinned and poked her sides. “Hey, do it. Show up back there with an oracle and two Saints backing you up. Show them that you may not live up to their expectations, but you sure as hells live up to the gods’.”

  “Three Saints.” Sellian said with a smirk. “No fucking way I’m sitting that out.”

  Weren looked up, I could see the wheels turning in her head and a deep grin spreading across her lips. “I could rub this in grandpa’s face so hard.”

  Dekarru cleared her throat. “Do so diplomatically if you must. They are a sacred order doing damned important work. Even if they are a pain in the ass to deal with.”

  I tilted my head in thought. “Do you think we could convince Ogaro to come with? I bet having the Oracle of the Blue Father with us would probably help.”

  Wen looked at Dekarru, pleading in her eyes. She really wanted the answer to be yes. The old sage sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’ll try and convince him. That’s all I can promise.”

  Weren dashed over to the sage and hugged her tight. “Thank you.” The words were barely above a whisper, but in the quiet of the yurt we could all hear them spoken.

  Quiet lingered for a few moments before Flyt cleared her throat, drawing all our attention to her. “Olivia, or, should I be formal with you, Saint Shieldheart?”

  Olivia chuckled. “No point in making things complicated, same rules as Esme. Just call me Liv in private.”

  “Liv, right, okay. So, Liv. What are we going to do about crew for the ship?”

  Sellian ughed. “See, aren’t you gd I was there, Liv?” Olivia sighed and nodded her head. “She forgot that handing over a vehicle doesn’t mean giving them the crew to it. All those people are Uvtrayl military, the ship was a military assignment. Now they will get reassigned elsewhere. You’re lucky the Captain didn’t like VIP escort duty and was gd to get a chance to be given a battleship instead or he could have made a whole situation over it.”

  “Yes, okay I was too quick on the trigger. I get it.” Olivia groaned, her steel gray cheeks turning slightly pink. “You saved my ass doing cleanup and I owe you one.”

  “Aren’t you a career officer? Shouldn’t this have been an obvious problem?”

  The Warcry’s Saint gred at Sellian, but there was far more embarrassment than anger in her body nguage. “I haven’t done smaller scale details like that in a long time alright? I ordered operations, and ships, and battle lines. The individuals involved have been someone else’s duty for near twenty years.”

  “Well you need to do a refresher. You need to remember individuals or you’re going to embarrass your goddess.” Sellian spoke with the tone of a teacher fussing at a student for forgetting their homework. “But to answer the question and to assuage your worries my dear Lafylit, a few members of the ship’s crew have volunteered to stay on with the blessing of Uvtrayl command. It’s seen as a diplomatic duty in official capacity, plus you won’t ever find yourself wanting for people willing to bend over backwards to assist a Saint.”

  Flyt tilted her head. “A few is not exactly enough to run a ship.”

  “Correct, which is why I’ve also spoken with several of the other encves here asking for those that might have appropriate skills or experience and gotten several encouraging responses. Not to mention the official inquiries that I have asked the Elders to do within the rest of the nation. You’ll have a crew, don’t you worry about that.”

  Briggavel grunted. “I’ll want to spend some time with the chief engineer before they leave her. No fekkin’ way I’m entirely relyin’ on others for the arcanicraft bits.”

  “I hope the volunteers realize this is going to be a Path ship. You know, in regards to the dress code?” Flyt spoke up.

  “We’ll be wearing clothes more often than ya think. Gets cold up in the air, especially when it ain’t the middle of summer in a temperate region.” The dwarf smirked. “The inside is probably temperature controlled, but the deck’ll be another story.”

  Olivia sighed. “There is also the matter of defenses. Allies or not, Saint or not, Uvtrayl wasn’t willing to let you keep the guns on it. The ones she’s equipped with are among our most advanced and we, or… they I guess now, they want them back to put on other ships. I already ruffled enough feathers with just giving you the ship, the civilian government was able to justify it as a cost of the diplomatic efforts but the military isn’t happy losing the first of the new escort line. So we’ll be putting down in a dry-dock outside of Delonandra where the ship will be disarmed.”

  “Do you think we can request or purchase repcements while we’re there?” Redagga asked.

  “Potentially. Uvtrayl wants this alliance to work and the Prime Minister wants to kiss Esme’s ass. But the military higher ups might make a stink about things without me in an official capacity to overrule them anymore.”

  I drummed my fingers. “What kind of armament does she have anyway? All I saw were some deck guns.”

  “Ten low yield canons on either side of her in retracting gun ports, twenty pintle mounted machine guns around the deck, and one rear mounted low yield mana-cannon meant to dissuade pursuit. Not heavily armed, but as I said that is some of our most advanced weapons. Particurly the mana-cannon. That thing is about a sixth of the overall cost of that ship. It’s listed as low-yield, but it uses some new inscriptions and construction methods that makes it hit like a mid yield cannon from the previous generation of models.”

  “Well that’s terrifying.” I muttered, mostly to myself. “You know, maybe we don’t repce the guns. Or at least not all of them.”

  Olivia stared at me. “Saint Dreamsinger, I speak in the official capacity as a War Saint as well as someone with decades of military command experience. Do NOT go out into the world without defenses.”

  “Especially if the Hierophant is targeting you.” Azuriel spoke up. “Right now you’re protected by being in a Fae-Lord’s domain, but once you leave the attacks will start again.”

  I nodded and held up a hand. “Okay, point fully understood and agreed with. But let me counter. What if we repce the guns with different kinds of defenses?”

  Dekarru grinned. “I am certain that we can get a few shaman of both of our gods to volunteer. Your guns might be good, but so are a dozen men and women throwing lighting and ice and fire. That could potentially be more effective against a wider variety of threats than a cannon would be.”

  “Not to mention we’d have less of a resupply issue for ammunition.” I chimed in with a smile.

  Olivia sighed. “I would feel better if you kept at least a few guns. I know from experience how much of a difference they make, even fighting arcane threats. Many things are resistant to magic or particur elements, very little is resistant to a bullet.”

  “That is a fair point, we’ll repce some of the guns.” I conceded. “However, I also had another idea.”

  ~

  That night in the dream I met up with Daisy and had a surprise. She dashed over to me and swung her body around, swatting me with her tail. Her tail, which had grown, both by being much longer, and by suddenly being extremely fluffy.

  “OH MY GOSH. How did you get even cuter!?” I cried out as I ran my hand over the soft fur.

  She squeaked and wiggled and pointed at herself with her trunk, pride and happiness radiating from her like the mid-day sun.

  I felt tears well up in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around Daisy’s neck in a cheerful hug. “Oh my gosh, my own best dream buddy blessed by my goddess to be my Saintly companion. This is the best!” Her trunk squeezed me warmly, and then lifted me into the air. I was promptly plopped down on her back and asked for directions, she knew I had something to do tonight and was eager to help me in her OFFICIAL capacity for the first time.

  Charging through the Dream and cheering as the ephemeral wind whipped through my hair, we followed a new and fairly weak thread to what I hoped would be a new friend and ally.

  Stepping into their dream, I found myself atop a wide mountain cliff with a simple leather and fur tent secured into the rock. I heard a low, mournful call echo through the air and turned to see a massive white owl slowly circle a nearby peak. It had to be thirty feet from beak to tail at least and turned with a zy grace that I found myself almost hypnotized by.

  “Skaelugnr. The lords of the snow.” I turned towards the source of the words and found Captain Eldingson standing next to Daisy and I, appreciating the view of the creature as much as I was. “In our tales the greatest of my people rode them as kings, heroes, or priests. The secrets to how were lost in war and occupation by the Hegemony many generations past, but we have been trying to recim our old ways for some time.”

  “You’re not from Mother’s Teeth?” I asked as I slipped from Daisy’s back and stood next to him.

  He shook his head. “No, I am from Skailund, a nation far to the north. As is Hrefna. As are many of the members of Cliff-Watch. The Gryphons the orcs befriend are among the rare few flying creatures ever ridden by mortals. Many of us come and pledge ourselves to Willow Creek in hopes that the lessons we learn with their wonderful beasts may help us relearn what the Thundering stole from us long ago.”

  “They are thieves and murderers, fate will see them punished. Potentially soon, all things considered.”

  He ughed and nodded. “If that day does come within my life, I can only hope that I will be a part of it. My people’s righteous anger could use a nose to bloody.”

  “Or a noose to tie.”

  “Or that. Yes.” He turned to face me. “So, am I to be punished for my act against you?”

  I shook my head. “You had valid worries and sought to protect your home. I would have done the same. No, you will not be punished in any way.”

  “Then your visit to my dream is a social call?” He sounded doubtful, rightly so.

  “It wasn’t but if I get to see this view when I visit you, I might start. Gods, this is absolutely breathtaking.” I looked at the world below, the sun falling on white snow and blue stone and green nd far far beneath us. Rivers and valleys crossed through the mountains, making the range seem more like protective guardians rather than an impenetrable wall. It all looked peaceful, welcoming, warm even despite the frozen cliff I stood upon.

  He smiled brightly and turned to the sight as well. “I miss it, I climbed this path at least twenty times in my days as a young man. My st day in the home of my mother, I stood on this cliff and bid it goodbye. Knowing I would not likely see it again. Sometimes, standing on the cliffs of the Teeth, I regret my choice. A selfish drive to run home, to see my kin, the house I was raised in, the mountains I love that are so very different from the ones I protect now. But I made an oath, and I will die before I break it. So the Ferryman will see me before these valleys will.”

  “He’d love to see this view himself.” I said softly.

  “Then maybe when I meet him we can take a detour before I cross the water.”

  I gave the man a knowing smile. “Tell him I said hi and he just might.” A moment of confusion crossed his features and I ughed. “But I do have business here tonight. I have a problem I was hoping you might be able to advise me on, if not assist me directly.”

  “I am listening,” he said as he gestured to the small campfire by the tent. “Shall I make us some tea? I think I should have some basic provisions in this dream.” I joined him, sitting on a rock as Daisy y down next to me. “Does your baku friend desire a cup as well?”

  “Daisy would love some tea.” I transted her squeaking wiggle for him. “And for the record, as of tonight, she is now my official Saintly companion, blessed by my Goddess herself to assist me in the Dream.” I grinned and gave her some happy sritches behind her ear.

  He chuckled and set to the task of boiling water and digging out leaves for the brew from a rge sack within the tent. As the drink steeped, he turned to me and offered a cautious but friendly smile. “So how can I assist you, Saint Dreamsinger?”

  “Do you know that Uvtrayl airship in the city?”

  “The Thunderbane, yes. Terrible name, lovely craft.”

  “Good news on that front, the name is changing. Once we figure out a new one anyway.” He blinked at me, confused once more. “They gave me the ship, to use as my official transport as a Saint.”

  “How… generous.”

  I ughed. “Saint Shieldheart did it as an order for her final act as their High Marshal before she resigned. Apparently it stepped on a good few toes and they are only agreeing to not rescind the order on the condition that my first stop is to one of their military dry-docks to have the armaments removed. Which is fair, apparently the guns are all the most advanced ones they could stick on her.”

  “So you’ll have an undefended airship?” I could see the gears turning in his eyes, he likely knew where I was going with this. I was quite happy that Willow Creek seemed to promote the smart people.

  “We intend on trying to repce some of the guns, but not the entire compliment. I think we could have most of the gun ports refit into some comfortable uh… gryphon stables?”

  “Eyries,” he corrected.

  “Eyries, thank you. Before you respond, know that I am not directly asking you or anyone else to come. I know that a request like that from a Saint would be something many would feel compelled to obey even if they didn’t want to. But, I would not be opposed to volunteers. People who would not be… inconvenienced by joining me and mine on a trip that may very well take us literally all over the world. While possibly being attacked by angels, among other threats.”

  He stared at me for a long time. The pot boiled and he slowly, carefully set to removing it from the heat of the fire and letting the tea within steep another minute. He took out two cups and a rge bowl and filled each with tea, handing me one cup and setting the bowl before Daisy with a small bow of respect to her. He sat back, reminded us to let it cool for a moment before trying to drink it.

  I could see him thinking. Hells, I could almost literally see his synapses firing. Okay not literally, but the deep thoughts written on his face were clear as day to me. I simply sipped the tea and waited. It was nice, a subtle spiced fvor that reminded me of Christmas on Earth in a way I could not expin even to myself. Daisy sipped her tea and sighed with a smile, she clearly also enjoyed it.

  Eventually he let out a heavy sigh. “That is a damning thing to drop on a man.”

  “I know.”

  “But it is a good idea. Modern weaponry is useful, but a more flexible defense is better for your purposes. I assume you’ll be asking for volunteers among the shaman.”

  I nodded. “Dekarru is going to be busy going through those that volunteer. It’s pretty obvious we won’t be short on people looking to join us from their number.”

  He shook his head. “We swore an oath to protect Willow Creek.”

  “My duties as a Saint are helping do exactly that. Forming alliances and strengthening them. Especially with war looming on the horizon. With the Empire and Hegemony both gearing up to start spreading their borders again, the more prepared we are, the better.”

  “I had hoped that civil war would break them. But I suppose we are not quite so lucky.”

  I hesitated, but I did have something to offer him. “Do you know much about my pantheon?” He shook his head and stared at me, realizing I was going somewhere with this.

  “Two of my gods may interest your people.”

  “We have our own gods. The Lords of Sky and Stone. They may be weakened, but are recovering well. Blessings even returned two years ago.”

  “I don’t mean as a repcement. One of mine, the Ritual, she is a goddess of remembrance. A goddess of celebration and tradition. For her, the loss of a piece of a people is a cause for mourning. She is the type to send her priesthood on divine quests to recover lost traditions, lost culture.”

  His eyes lit up as he stared at me. “Would she help us then? Our gods are not unkind, but they are gods of strength and survival. Gods of battle and hunting and agriculture. There is no true schor among them.”

  I smiled. “She would not even do so alone. The Mentor is a goddess of knowledge, gathered and shared. She demands that we learn and share our discoveries. That knowledge be protected and spread, that it never be hoarded or lost.”

  “This is, you give me much to worry over. How can I-”

  “I do not offer this as a reward for cooperation, Captain Eldingson. My pantheon will aid your people no matter your choice. It is their way. I simply want you to know that aiding me in my sacred duties and helping both Willow Creek and Skailund are not mutually exclusive choices. Something I am certain the Elders will agree with.” I took a breath and leaned forward. “Are Willow Creek and Skailund allies in any official capacity?”

  He shook his head. “The two nations are on good terms, it would be difficult for those like myself to do what we do otherwise, but we have little need for a formal pact when it takes weeks, if not months, to travel from one nation to the other.”

  “Times are changing. War is coming.”

  “Very likely a war unlike any seen before it.” He spoke, agreeing with me. “My homend cannot stand on its own. Nor should it. How do we… what must we do to form this alliance?”

  I smiled. “I imagine that Willow Creek will be the easy side to convince, we are somewhat desperate for strength right now after all. I don’t know enough about Skailund to say what it would take for them to agree. But I imagine some priests of gods coming to them with the sacred duty of aiding in reciming your lost traditions might make your leaders amenable to talks?”

  He smirked. “Particurly if you come with guides, ones with ties to the nd and the people.”

  “You said it, not me.”

  “I make no promises. Even if we have volunteers, we may not be relieved from our duties easily. But… I believe that you may have a gryphon squadron of your own soon.”

  “I can stop in to talk to Elder Goat-Heart about getting approval for changes in duty.”

  He ughed. “I forgot about your political reach for a moment. Yes, that would probably be useful for you. But do so in the waking world. They are fond of doing things in official capacity. Send a request to have a meeting, make sure they know its for official purposes regarding military deployment. They have a tendency to look down on those trying to ‘get around the system’ so to speak.”

  I nodded. “That is very useful to know. I guess I’ve gotten a bit used to just dropping in on folks here.”

  “You are a dream Saint after all.”

  “True. Oh! I wanted to talk to my Goddess tonight. Shoot.” I looked out at the view once more. “I hate to leave this behind.”

  “Maybe you’ll see it in the waking world soon.”

  “Maybe I will, and maybe not alone.” I stood and turned, then paused. “Oh, one st bit as thanks.” I focused for a moment, then waited. Before the captain could say anything, the skaelugnr nded on the cliff a few yards away and let out a soft hoot. It turned to Eldingson and lowered its head towards him, waiting patiently. “Well? She’s not going to keep the offer to ride open all night you know.”

  With tears on his cheeks and a smile on his lips, he stood and thanked me before walking over to the giant owl. I simply offered a small bow and walked out of the dream with Daisy. This moment was for him, not me.

  Not long after I left the captain to his dream, I rode Daisy into Vei’Ryn’s bubble once more. It had expanded again and there was a full garden with cherry trees, rose bushes, and a wide and colorful flower bed. I dropped from Daisy’s back and walked to the lovely red stone house in the center, knocking on the door with a smile. My dream buddy flopped down on the wide front deck, waving at me and squeaking that she would wait outside, she liked the garden here.

  I gave her a kiss on the forehead just before the door opened and I was greeted by Juriel’s grinning face. I offered a small bow, “Sojourner, a pleasure to see you again.”

  “Darn right it is. Come on in, we were waiting for you.” She backed into the house and waved for me to follow her.

  “We? Is everyone here?” I asked as I walked in, then turned towards the sitting area and fell to my knees as divine infinity washed over me once more.

  He was rain falling on thirsty pnts at the end of a harsh dry season. He was a river whose banks had risen too high, dragging houses and lives into the raging waters as storms turned the nd into a flooded hell. He was a boat filled with passengers and goods headed for a town weeks away on foot and a pleasure craft with a couple celebrating in the sun miles from shore. He was an oasis in the desert, one you thought was a mirage for so long but were too close to death to resist hoping for anyway. He was the dark, unforgiving depths that crushed all without pity, the unlucky and foolhardy alike. He was a dark, thick, impenetrable swamp, teeming with danger and a bright sunny beach beckoning families with promise of a day of py and rexation. He was a rich flood pin, a pce for homes and cities to grow strong and fill with life. He was gentle waves holding up a simple wooden boat with a pale blue ntern waiting for one final journey with an old man in gray robes who knows your name and asks for your story.

  I shuddered and looked at the Blue Father, an appropriate name for one whose very body was vibrant water that gleamed like a liquid jewel. His hair was seaweed, draping over his back nearly to his waist. His clothing was simple gray leather, an open vest and lose shorts. Within him were shadows of living things, but I couldn’t make any of it out as nothing came close enough to the surface of the water that was him to be revealed. He smiled at me and gave a small wave.

  “You’re pretty fun to watch, you know that? Kinda annoyed at the missus for deciding on things without talking to me first, but we’ve been together for long enough that we have trust. She wouldn’t have jumped into this whole thing if she didn’t know I’d be okay with it.” He reached out and helped me to my feet, chuckling with a somewhat dopey grin. “And okay with it I certainly have been. Man, I haven’t had anyone to talk with besides my sweetheart Wyn in more than a century. But now I have not just friends, but allies! Including this completely amazing goddess here who has been very, very fun getting to know.”

  He motioned towards Juriel, who looked at me with an exaggerated wink and a few exceptionally lewd gestures. I got the picture. Two gods of water and travel mixed well.

  I let out a breath I had been holding and gave a bow. “I am gd I was able to make things better for you, Blue Father.”

  He snorted and waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t be like that. Call me Val. After all, we both have a friend in common.”

  “We… do?” I blinked in confusion.

  “One we both meet by the river.” He nodded slowly to me and I felt my lips turning up into a smile.

  “Ah, he is a very good friend.”

  “One I am happy has you. Our duties and positions keep him and I from being able to just rex together more than once every few decades or so and I’m the closest god to him on Reltris. Not sure what he has from other realms but if this world is any indication, friendship is something the man seriously cks.”

  I blinked and tilted my head. “Ah, is that what you’re here about? Your death sect and our pns towards them?”

  He nodded and beckoned me to follow him to the sitting area. I greeted Vei’Ryn with a tight hug, she had just been sitting with Kai and waiting for my introduction to another god to finish. As I sat, my Goddess y down next to me, her head pced in my p. She was quiet, letting me and the Blue Father speak on matters that she knew were important. Even Kai only interjected rarely, and then only because it was her Saint that would be the longest affected by what was happening. At least directly. We all knew that Weren would not be unchanged by this one way or another, and as a member of my tribe, that meant I would be affected as well.

  That being said, I got a lot of information from Val along with his blessing. I would have a pn to go over with Olivia, but it did in fact look like she was likely going to have one or more Wraiths with her honor guard soon if she found some she could work with. I did wonder how angry Uvtrayl would be that we were taking a detour with the ship before heading back, but I wasn’t willing to wait a month or more for refitting to make this particur journey. People in fancy offices being upset with me be damned.

  AnnouncementI have done some glossary stuff! It looks terrible and I have no idea why the spacing is so weird, but we have some goddess descriptions now at least. More to come EVENTUALLY.