Sanctuary City, Sanctum Building, Evrin.
Together they waited. Torwin, Lucian, Voidshaper, Ilvanya, Mindseer, and their mundane assistants. There were a few pathfinders in the sanctum after everything that happened with the gods. Mostly, mundanes had replaced them.
The walls of the meeting hall showed several moving windows of live footage from Empire and Faerunia. The armies of the two nations were spread throughout, but mostly centered on the capitals.
Souldealer and her mundane assistants were not with them. Evrin knew why. The sanctum heads had decided to keep an eye on Eldoris as well; she and her grandmother, Ilvanya, were not informed. The decision was a secret hidden from them. It was unsettling to know her own companions didn't trust her regarding matters concerning the sanctuary.
But she agreed with the idea. And held no ill will toward whoever suggested it.
