"Today is the day. Â I'm calm and... collected?"
--Â The young mage flits around her small and poorly decorated living quarters, borrowed to be closer to Silvermoon. Â She marks a few pages in her books and gathers up the still dozing Fever-whelp. --
"Yes, always collected. Â I'll meet with Sir Theravir later this evening, and then... we'll be going. Â Going to do what must be done? Â Of course. Â After that, though... Â Mm. Â I simply pray that everything will be handled smoothly. Â Everything."














