And so, long after the war’s end, a spy, a soldier, an exile, a scholar and a bard answered their invitations to a raucous evening in the Soaring Bazaar. It was a night of music and laughter, of adventures recounted and tight embraces, filled always with joy and cheer. But each had new duties, new lives in far-flung places. With the rising suns they held each other tight and never fought when tears came, for those old days were done and none of them knew when they would meet again. But oh what a night, what a night! The memories made then burned bright within each of them until their last night, as it should be.
Excerpt from the Tiresias Codex: ‘I Must Wander Now, Friends’ by Bronnwyn ec Oghundrydd
