Stones and Missing Warlocks

Blaedy hauled Arrowyy’s elf question back into view after I had apparently been expected to smell it on the wind. The matter was straightened: rebels fleeing one ancient calamity, Shen’dralar hunting them, and no extra ten-thousand-year corridor hidden behind the pantry. Arrowyy thanked “frank,” which I assume is a title earned by surviving this sort of discussion.

Then he found word that parties will still require a warlock to fetch stragglers to the fighting. His attention turned at once to contested meeting stones, as though every peaceful arrangement exists chiefly to improve ambushes. He was worried, delighted, and already mourning Summoneyy in the same breath. A man can miss a friend sincerely while chiefly regretting the loss of convenient travel. That is fellowship, more or less.