Eva: The Island
I had an hour or two of blissful peace, during which I consulted quite productively with Hyarn as to plausible locations for the stolen Island of Orlind.
We were on the verge of drawing one or two useful conclusions when all that lovely peace was shattered by the arrival of some of my dearest loves.
Tren I greeted with unalloyed delight. Everything is better when he is around, literally every single thing in life. He greeted me with a joy to equal my own, and that was lovely, and how wonderful and beautiful and there was Ori, too, with Gio, all of them positively bursting with news (good news, I hoped).
And there was… Nyden. Dishevelled, clothes torn, hair askew, and incomprehensibly clutching a pair of bleeding stumps under one arm. His pockets bulged with further, dee
