I left Sari with Bethiv, getting a strict promise he would watch over her. It would have been nice to keep her with me on the skyship, but the tensions with the elves and the uncertainty of our arrival felt too dangerous for a young girl barely third level.
Fyren, Fable, and I traveled to the horde of the Devoted next, spread across the slopes across from the Last Light Company. Incinderus and Zephyriss met us at the front. They were both surprised when I addressed them through our mark instead of just words, but the language, which Fyren informed me was called Soulspeak, felt more and more natural every time I practiced it. It was almost refreshing to feel capable of something other than fate magic.
