I followed Obren through to a private room, Heath and Elijah trailing behind while Warrick, Jackson and Seb spoke with Daenara in the throne room.
We'd hope to bring all the Silvian beings to the table, Vort was the last of the Orcs from what we knew, though Heath had sent small parties to search for anyone who may have fled or be in hiding.
The Faeries needed us, the madness now in their Court, they couldn't afford to deny our help. Not if I could find a cure.
Our biggest unknown was the Elves; they lived among the Veil with the Fae, but they were even more scares and unwilling than the Fae are. Sebastian had a friend once within the Elven Council, but they had been silent to any requests we'd sent out so far.
Obren opened a door of stained glass, a small workroom set up with a ma
