Nods and bows of agreement followed the god's declaration, and Father Ithris stepped forward, clasping his hands behind his back. "Of course, my Lord. We will make arrangements to dispatch our troops. We've already got every available force in the region searching for her, so with that, it won't take long. We'll bring her to you."
"You'd better."
Fate turned and strode away. Soltair rose, looking troubled, and moved to follow, but paused. Trithe laid a hand on his arm, shaking his head. He sighed and leaned back, his hand slipping into hers.
"I can't help but see her," he muttered.
Trithe squeezed his hand. "That's why she was here, remember? A necessary sacrifice."
His expression darkened. "There seems to be a lot of those required, and from those close to us, no less."
