[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

The morning brought bright light and birdsong, and while there may have been troubling news the night before, the idyllic sunlight of the Warren would not be cowed. The day continued, with preparations to gather forces to face the Aimsir threat, gathering reports from the Library, and other such events. The easy hurriedness was broken, however when Kelsey entered the castle, followed by the masked spirit of the Oracle in his oranges and golds, chattering away at Kelsey about how glad he was to finally sail on a Fleet ship.

"Excuse me, my queen," the Lord-Captain remarked testily, "but what is the matter of this? And who is this... this... spirit?" The Oracle flung a hand to his chest, "Why, Lord-Captain, I am the Oracle of Caer Sidi! I am mind and magic made manifest! the unbound joy of knowledge!" Kelsey groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "And is it true that I'm sailing this... man to Aimsir because we will be receiving aid from outside the Warren? What... what madness has this being led you to believe?"