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After years of searching, months of being trapped in an Exclave, and of traveling north - Sevra was still hopeful each day, even with the group of cultivators surrounding them like blades pointed inward as much as outward… that tomorrow they'd finally find their Elder. Of course, she had not been told that Thelasi must be alive for the custom-made artifact to work.
However, she had seen so many other examples and knew that Elua's artisanship was nothing if not precise and functional. She'd been trying not to think of the worst case scenario while hoping enough humanity was left in the Goltbred heiress to have provided solutions, if possible, to that concern.
"Tarem?"
"Mm?"
"Thank you. For not giving up on finding him even after I was… indisposed."
