From each choice, a path
The next morning Lady Aria sent for Iliana and Callach. They arrived to find her sat up in bed looking pale and fraught but more vibrant than the previous night. From the looks of her eyes she had not slept at all. A mess of scrolls and more esoteric communication devices pooled in her lap. Drawn up, tiny, and covered in such a variety of jeweled and decorative items she looked like a young girl on her gifting day.
"Thank you, both, for coming."
"You have both done so much for me already, for our cause. I am heartened to know that I can ask for more, for more is what is needed. We walk a narrow path between violent causes. New enemies appear from the sides. New allies too, though it is often tricky to tell them apart. We are so few we need allies to succeed. We must choose our friends, and our enemies, closely. We are so few I fear we have to divide our forces painfully thin. I ask you once more to stand up for our cause but more, I ask you to do so separately. I have individual tasks for each of you. If you are willing."
"Thank you, both, for coming."
"You have both done so much for me already, for our cause. I am heartened to know that I can ask for more, for more is what is needed. We walk a narrow path between violent causes. New enemies appear from the sides. New allies too, though it is often tricky to tell them apart. We are so few we need allies to succeed. We must choose our friends, and our enemies, closely. We are so few I fear we have to divide our forces painfully thin. I ask you once more to stand up for our cause but more, I ask you to do so separately. I have individual tasks for each of you. If you are willing."



