Force of Nature
“This just gets worse and worse," Chalderon sighed as he skimmed Grimalkin's synopsis of his latest report covering activities at the Wandering Inn. "How can one person—one person, Saliss!—do this much damage? She's like some damned elemental force of nature!" "Erin Solstice?" Saliss just quirked an eyebrow and snorted harshly at Chalderon's nodded confirmation. "She's just happened to be in the right places—or the wrong ones, I suppose, from our perspective—for the last, oh, ten months or so. That's the official consensus from my analysts, at least. The other theory, which seems to have been gaining a broader following of late, is that she's in league with fate itself.”











