“The beast is upon them!” Magister Diarmaid exclaims, jerking back from the scrying pool by which he’s been keeping watch over the champions of the fae realm. “At arms!” the Faerie Queen orders the other fae who are present in the room. She and Magister Diarmaid have gathered a group of sixteen of the the most trustworthy and powerful fae of the Court to provide remote support to those sent to fight the Terror of Blackened Name. “Two of us will focus on each of our champions,” Magister Diarmaid directs. “I’ll assign pairs to champions based on the most appropriate combinations—” “Eibhlín, with me. We’ll support Saoirse,” the Faerie Queen volunteers. “As you wish,” Magister Diarmaid agrees before turning his attention to the rest of their group. In the scrying pool, the Queen sees their

