"I need to find my surviving friends from the Sword Coast and let them know I am still numbered among the living." Jaedrilomara looked to her friends. Three nodded in assent and one bowed their head.
"I'm sorry, Jaed, but there are many things for me to do now. You've inspired people by what you have achieved here. I have to continue with the crusade, the Wall of the Faithless must be torn down, even if it is only one soul at a time."
"I understand, Kaelyn, and I wish you much luck with it," Jaedrilomara smiled at her companion and swept the half-celestial woman into a hug. "I will miss your determination, friend."
"And I shall miss your strength and sense of humour; although, how you kept it intact with all we've been through, I'll never know."
"Ah, but it's because of my sense of humour that I pulled through. A sense of humour is very important, you know. It helps you keep things in perspective. Remember that if you find things too serious around you in your coming crusade."
"I will."
Jaedrilomara watched as her friend strode off to join Zoab and her siblings and then turned to her remaining companions. "So, will the rest of you be joining me? I want to stop off in Mulsantir and say goodbye to Okku before beginning the long journey home."
"I go where you go, my love," Gann picked up her hand in his own and raised it to his mouth so he could place a kiss on it. The move earned him that private smile of promise he had come to cherish from her and he smiled warmly in response.
"I have no stomach for the Academy at this time, Jaed, so I would be glad to join you on your travels," Safiya said. Kaji nodded vigorously in agreement as he hovered beside her head. "I've always wanted to travel west. I doubt I'll wear my Red Wizard robes, though. I understand we're not a popular bunch in other lands."
"That's the understatement of the day, Shaper," the warlock's gravelly voice was filled with amusement.
"And you, Ammon?"
"I think I'll be joining you somewhat sporadically, my dear. I still have a lot of unfinished business to take care of." He unclipped a small, luminous flask from his battle robes and handed it to her. "Keep this on your person at all times and I'll be able to find you, wherever you are. Once my business is taken care of, I'll join you again on a full time basis."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Jerro," the Knight Captain admonished.
"My dear girl, you defied the gods, ended the existence of an old death god and did battle in the City of Judgement to free your soul and the soul of The Betrayer, Akachi from the Wall of the Faithless. Telling me to not do anything you wouldn't leaves the door wide open for all kinds of mischief, don't you think?"
"Well, if you can't be good, at least be careful," Jaedrilomara responded with a smirk, "and watch your back, Ammon. Remember what Kelemvor said about the gods of order being upset with us."
"They'll just have to get in line behind everyone else." The warlock grinned at his friend. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment in The Gray Waste." A moment later, he stepped through a portal and disappeared.
"And that would be our cue to be on our way," Gann said, shaking an imaginary chill from his shoulders. "I, for one, will be happy to see the back of this place."
"You and me both, Gannayev," Jaedrilomara agreed. "Let's get out of here."