"We still have no evidence that Ellasandra is alive or that Froderick is innocent. Should we dive back through to the Feywild to bring Ellasandra back?"
Elias looks puzzled, "Ah, yes, I see, No proof to present to others," he ponders for a while, "I believe were we to enter the pool again it would transport us further from her."
He looks at Flax, "It would seem we need to ask our errant princeling, if he cares about his father enough to help us."
As you move Eglantine, you find a note half in her beltpouch. Crumpled and damp, but still the name on the front is just readable. In a childish, unschooled writing, it says "TO BREN"
Bren seems to forget Flax, at least for the moment, and sets Eglantine back down on the grass. He takes from her body what looks to be a crumpled note with writing on it, which he reads.
You won't like this, I'm sure, but if you get it at all it will mean that I'm not here to kick, so you'll just have to live with it. I do love you, and if I thought I could live in Riverbend and be happy loving you, I would. I can't. I'll never fit in there. Seeing what happened to Ellesandra made that very clear. The feywild isn't my place either, but it's where I want to be. Even if I had got home, I'd have gone back, somehow. I don't know why I'm calling Riverbend home. It isn't. Nowhere is. I'll help to save it if I can for you and the others, but it's not my home. Bury me in the feywild. I love you.
Catriana looks at Bren with compassion. "A person's last wish should definitely be fulfilled, and even more so because Eglantine was our friend, but we should first deal with him <points toward Flax> and free Froderick. Remember that reentering the feywild could take quite a long time."
Pausing for a few seconds, she adds: "I believe we should hand him over to the Reeve, free Froderick and then go back to the feywild with Eglantine."
"In any case we need to arrest him somehow. We could also claim that we've seen Ellesandra. Five claims are much harder evidence than whatever they have against him. The truth, for once, is on our side."
Elias is unmoving, "He is your father. Without him, you would not exist at all. Your mother cares for him. If not for yourself, or for him, then do this for her."
Flax spits a bloody gobbet at Elias. "She was forced into marriage by the River King. Why don't you ask him to come save the human, if he means so much to you -- exile!."
"The River King. Everything goes back to him one way or another. So he's powerful, right boy? Would be so powerful ... to be able to resurrect the dead?"
Elias sighs, "So much anger," he says as if to a child. "We shall see what can be done with you. You will be happier if you let go of this hate that consumes you."
The party returns to Riverbend proper, leading the bound Flax and the golden warhorse, with Eglantine's body respectfully covered and draped across Lionheart's broad back.
When they arrive, it seems unchanged -- completely. The innkeeper is cleaning up debris in front of the Golden Knight, seemingly still from the satyr battle. Reeve Kolya is supervising. The young farmhand still stands in front of the stronghouse.
Kolya turns and sees the group approach, astonishment evident on his face. "What the devil?"
Bren tries to put on an expression of grim stoicism when he addresses the Reeve.
"We found Ellesandra alive and well. She was abducted by some demonic gnome to the fey-lands. For what reason we do not know. She was coming back with us to Riverbend, but then we ran into this vicious half-elf ... she and Froderick's son, which cost us Eglantine Pradeska's life."
The warrior gestures at their captive.
Sorry for going AWOL, it's been an unexpectedly crazy week.
Elias says, by way of explanation, "Time runs differently in the fey lands, as many know. Thus, Flax is now a grown, and angry, man. He hates his father, so we can expect no co-operation from him, I'm afraid."
Kolya looks from one to the other of the warriors, then again at the rest of the party, eyes lingering on Flax. Flax stares back with venom.
"Yes, you've clearly been away -- and I believe it was the Feywild. That horse didn't come from Riverbend, or anywhere near. And I am sorry for the loss of your friend.
"But when did Ellessandra have a child? Froderick has not mentioned any such thing. Though this one does favor her -- in looks, if not in temperament. And you say she is still alive and in the Feywild; have you any evidence?"
Bren looks straight into the Reeve's eyes when he says "you have the solemn word of each one of us that she is alive and well in the Feywild. And she'll likely turn up here in Riverbend sooner or later looking for her son. So I say you should hold off for a few days before passing judgment on Froderick."
"Three hours?" he exclaims, incredulous at the distortion of time between worlds. He was doubtful Yomi and the others had met a young Flax earlier, preferring to believe the half-elf was another offspring of Ellesandra and Roderick. He turns to the party, unsure what their next move is, if any.
Elias says, "Do you think that our word will help Froderick's case at all? We cannot reliably go back for Ellesandra and still be back in time to help him."
I'm doing heavy traveling the next week -- flying to Paris Friday afternoon - Saturday morning, then a workshop Mon-Wed, and flying home next Thursday. I assume I'll have some access, but this is both the reason for the slowdown this week (much to do before leaving), and also for alerting you that I don't know how much access or time I'll have over the next seven days.
"I'm not sure about that. It could take a very long time, if ever they come here. We could wait for a couple of days, then head back into the feywild and keep adventuring. I for one would like to see this River King before we leave this place."