The night began with raised glasses and sharp stakes. Slate, still disguised as Dash, continued his drinking contest with the dread captain, Sarran.
They had been trapped in the book realm for what felt like a thousand years—surely their shared struggle warranted something to bind them in name as well as deed.
With the Crescent Pearl silent and lifeless around them, the companions turned to the question of survival.
It was only when the chaos passed that they realised the true cost. Time itself had slipped from their grasp. At a minimum, seven long months lost inside the Seal. However the environment of the Crescent Pearl suggested it may have been considerably longer.
The group welcomed a long-lost companion back into their midst, and with him came questions that had lingered unanswered.
On the Crescent Pearl, the companions faced a choice: survival, or something greater. What began as a search for food and shelter grew into the first foundations of a home.
The party’s journey brought them to the edge of disaster, forcing a desperate escape that left them shaken and uncertain of how much they had truly lost.
This chapter began in motion—rooftops, memory, and a city cloaked in lawless shadows. What started as a simple chase turned out to be anything but, as one member of the group confronted long-buried truths from her past… and the pieces of herself she thought she had left behind.
What began with quiet talk and uneasy dreams quickly turned toward danger and daring.