Winter 1097 SR
Danica stood on the quay, her knights in line right behind her, their swords held point down, hands resting on the pommels.
Elsbeth Fel approached, accompanied by a half-dozen others. She had been a difficult individual to find, for worshippers of the old religion were loathe to reveal their true beliefs these days. It had taken weeks to learn of her existence and even longer to finally arrange a meeting. She was not much to look at compared to the Holy Mothers of Danica"s own order, for she wore simple clothes. The only mark of her status was an ornately carved staff, twisted at the top, clutching a pale-blue crystal still in its natural form.
"Greetings, Mother," said Danica. "We welcome you in peace and look forward to receiving your blessings."
The woman"s face broke
