The two were packing for our trip tomorrow, and I was as relieved to help as they were to have the help. Flendreir was sent to retrieve things and Tavorwen had me holding bags and helping her get tight folds and anything else that needed manhandling.

"Are you... happy? Being here?" Tavorwen finally asked while Flendreir was off fetching extra undergarments to pack for each of the matrons and maidens.

"Yeah. It's pretty much a dream come true here. Why do you ask?" I replied without really thinking.

"Being tossed into a racial war between factions of a people you know nothing of is 'a dream come true'?" She pressured....