THUNDERCLAP
The journey back to Starfall was long and arduous. We’d taken the carriage south to a riverboat that would take us to Starfire Bay and then back home along the coast. The journey was also mostly silent. A combination of anger, frustration, worry, and most of all sadness befell our group. We had lost in the most spectacular fashion.
After I had gone after Prince Froderick, the Fool had told Pathfinder to use the vial on Po, which she did after much protest from Roc. Po had come back from the brink of death, but without the use of his legs. It seemed whatever was left of the magical potion wasn’t enough. Regardless, we were glad he was still alive. The Fool had conveniently disappeared without a trace and with the Codex. So not only was our future Lightning Knight now lame, we
