Who: Anyone!
Where: Lakeside
When: Day 69, morning
What: A return to routine

*for the first time in almost a week, there's a blue mage at the lake shore, sitting on his heels and watching for fish. He seems a hell of a lot more relaxed, too. come socialize, or catch fish of your own.*

Who: Il Palazzo
Where: Cepheus
When: Day 68, evening
What: Ilpa is alone and monologueing. ...Or maybe 'monologue' isn't the right term

Is this it? All you have worked for, and this is where you end up?

This is temporary.

Ah, but how temporary? The world itself is but a blink, and yet the mortals find their lives, their comings and goings, their petty struggles and wars and treaties most permanent. The things of their world are passing, but here. Here you interfere with those of vastly more power than yourself. Are you not aware of that?

I am aware.

I do not think you are. The masses you reside with certainly do not seem to understand their own surroundings. You are weak. Weak! Your enemies are coming for you. The wolves are at the gate, death is at your door, and you sit here. Pathetic. Pathetic.

My enemies...

Enemies...

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Enemies...