"Mother, perhaps I should go north myself," Isilra proposed. "I could search for the Tree of Life and, at the same time, determine whether this new faction is friend or foe."
Staghelm City was isolated. The Nightwing race to the south were not an option for an alliance due to bitter past grievances. They desperately needed allies, wherever they could be found.
"Patience," Gima's voice advised. "In a few days, the two demonic hordes will meet. Then we will know if the Black Towers will turn on each other, or if they will unite as one."
The Moonwell demigod was not opposed to Isilra venturing out. The girl was protected by a sliver of Gima's own demigod will; unless she was ambushed by two or more demigods at once, she would always have a chance to escape. Besides, Isilra was a Moon Elf. As long as the moon was in the sky, any place touched by its light was a potential escape route.
