Legend of Ransera

Indric was pleased to have their strange, kind-hearted friend within the bounds of the Imperium that bound his Kathar cousins. The sense of awe that had grown up within him where Kala was concerned was not predicated on her quest to free them, but it did his heart good to know that she—and, by extension, Mother Naori—had their people in mind.

While Kala treated with Lucius, he continued to study the slipspace. If need be, he could bring Kala back here immediately, but he was also continuing to study how her wagon altered the slipspace around it. Between that and Kala's masterful Sembling, knowing Freya and Asteri as she did on an aetheric level, he was fairly certain that he could open a portal to wherever Freya traveled, prayer or no prayer to guide his starry mistress.

"Then I can rest assured that she is in capable hands," she said, then smiled at Freya, and back to the man, "as you are in capable hands with her. Thank you."

She rose then, nodding to Freya's assertion. Taking the dragonborn seer's hands, she spoke directly to her mind.

I fear he will report back to the powers that be of my existence and that our association will endanger you. If the time for that revelation is upon us, then so be it, we did good and may be repaid in... unkind... He hasn't promised your safety beyond the next village, so be careful. I will extricate you from the Imperium if possible should you be endangered. But keep this; it may help you.

She and Indric faded abruptly as she poured her divine power through her elemental rune. Her absence left a sort of afterimage as if they had looked too long into the sun. Her gift, glittering in Freya's hands, was a rare star shard.