The days passed slowly after we met with Lord Splitbark. I'd expected to visit the other two noble houses in turn, but Aerion claimed they were being finicky. Even his own patron house, the Whitemarshes, declined our offer to meet. Elise guessed it was because of the cult's attack. Given they were largely involved in the military and local adventuring guild, it made sense.
As anxious as I was to secure a treaty with the elves, I was grateful for a chance to slow down. Things had moved quickly, from invading the Port Vesna to returning to Sylvarus and then attending high-stakes meetings one after the other. I finally had time to focus on my soul and reestablish my connection with my abilities.
Six days following our audience, I sat with Sari in the Heart of Haven, sitting cross-legged across from each other before the small fountain shrine that depicted me. I'd taken to spending more and more time in the realm, calmed by the gentle flow of fate mana and the soothing astral breeze.
