The bermuda cluster

Alaric felt good seeing Meg, felt like at least for a few moments his troubles with Elgar’nan having Arithari were not quite as dim. He had friends in this world after all. Friends he’d cultivated over the last twenty years since waking, friends that were there for him in his time of need. Even if just in moral support.

With everything going on, I finally wanted to check out Arlathan. See what the hype is all about. He paused, he also wanted to look into learning more about the Sylvas. If they were truly against Elgar’nan, then perhaps joining them was his best bet in getting to a point where he and Arithari could truly be together. If Elgar’nan were good and truly dead one day. Without that, she’d never be safe, and he’d never be able to be with her.

We’ve been in all the right places at the wrong times for too long. I had to finally see you in person, make sure you’ve got all your arms and legs and fingers and toes. He said with a chuckle. There had been things he hadn’t wanted to say in the letter. Not because he didn’t trust Meg, but because he wasn’t sure he trusted that the letter might be intercepted by someone. It couldn’t get back to Elgar’nan that not only was his favourite court jester alive, but was in love with Arithari, that would not go over well.

I hope I didn’t come at a bad time. He asked, noticing that she wasn’t alone, but not really noticing who they were.