Having arrived at Vallinde, the party put aside the lingering question of how to kill Meitic in favour of their true mission. Loot was hawked and swag was bought before Elanthruc sought an appointment with Archmage Pirellas at the Mage Academy for the next day – the Archmage being, incidentally, his father. The reception not unreasonably suggested that Rook could meet Pirellas at home, but insistence prevailed and the party retired to an inn safe in the knowledge that they had an appointment to discuss Rhillau’s plight in the morning. In fact, Elanthruc was so pleased by this outcome that he drank half the bar to celebrate how soon he’d reunite with his estranged father.
Rook did not realise the full extent of his luck, though, until his father stormed the inn and teleported into the room in his eagerness to see his son. So abundant was Rook’s fortune that it rubbed off on Rillifane, who enjoyed at point-blank the strange yet beautiful homecoming rituals of Elven families before discussion of Rhillau began and it could finally join in. Pirellas noted that it’d be best not to seek out the Dragonslayers with divination, as they also comprise the Starwind family and thus kin of the protective Archmage Pyraesonia Starwind. Given that Pyraesonia had turned hermetic to work on a secret project, though, the best course seemed to be speaking with her wife, Silecia.
The party woke the next morning to no grifting, kidnapping, or mayhem of any manner, not at the inn nor the academy. Silecia received the party not with an open door, as Pirellas suggested, but definitely with an open mind. Remarkably open – maybe a result of so much experimentation. By her account, Pyraesonia was at work on another plane (accessible to Silecia, luckily); Acalvia at the Temple; Caald and Rsaar at the Knights’ headquarters; and Dori and Mendrae wandering in places unknown on Ranger business. Amethystos was put off by Silecia’s chaos magic, leading to an unpleasant interaction with Rook, but the party nonetheless showed their gratitude for Silecia’s help by agreeing to find a reagent: the delicate pollen of a red and yellow flower, found southwards in a forest roamed by mere dire wolves, bears, and “stuff like that.”
Truly, we could not have asked for better luck.