The Forbidden Journal of Indoril Nerevar: Entry #25

After Voryn left, Alandro took my hand and started to lead me to the temple of Azura to pray, rest, plan and grieve.

But Vehk intercepted us, a bottle of greef in hand, and reminded me that we never did have that poetry recital. Here was a look that told me this was no place for Alandro or anyone else.

I mumbled my apology to Alandro and Azura, and took Vehk’s hand.