EPISODE 38 - UNDER THE SAME SEA

(POV Dorcha) "Wake up, you half-bred orc! I don't need trouble because of you!" I slam back into my body just in time. The guard is already hauling me upright like I'm nothing but a dirty rag. Astral travel drains you in ways no one warns you about. My limbs feel hollow. My bones ache. "You just woke up and you're already swaying? Move! To the post!" he snarls, striking me with the flat of his finned tail. Another day begins. Please... let the elves succeed. I can't hold out much longer. (POV Fheall) Inside my cavern, I float cross-legged in midair, absently stroking the tiny head of one of my bat companions. Across from me, Baelkers and Aeltiàfisar hover in their astral forms, mirroring my posture, teacups in hand as if this were an ordinary visit. It isn't. What they're telling me…