**Heart of Courage—Thomas Bergers**
It was one thing to have them in mind, but it was an entirely different thing to behold them.
Having lived amongst humans for so long a time, Ember had become slightly disconnected from her origins. But with her conversation with Khaos during their journey, she had braced herself for this very moment when she would come to face them again.
She alighted her ship, her white gown with silver ivy linings, sweeping behind her as she made her way to the convoy of the king's personnel that awaited them.
The flag of Thalor billowed in the air—a midnight black panther against a red backdrop.
The Chancellor of Diplomacy, the same old man whom she had thwarted in a battle of words, stood at the head of personnel, tongue-tied at the sight of Ember's success.
She had not only arrived in time, but she had done so in great fashion. While the king sent her out with one poorly staffed ship, she had returned with fourteen ships in two.
