Northstar Vale With our final breath

The information Reyson provided was strange to her—but she couldn’t place much emphasis on it, other than confirming that Germanicus would potentially side with the lavish packlands over Epoch, especially given their recent tumultuous run in.


Her eyes were tired as she studied the soldier before her. She would mention perhaps Reyson discuss this with Arsenio—and yet, she could not bring herself to make such a recommendation. Akashingo had caused the man before her to spiral—she couldn’t ask him to further delve himself into its matters.

“Reyson,” she began, her voice sounding almost distant. Uncertain—tiny. “Am I… Am I the reason your PTSD flared up?”