I awoke the next morning when Lucy slipped out of the bed. I lazily opened one eye to look at her and mumbled: “What time is it?”

“About seven in the morning.”

“That is way too early.”

“Elves don’t need that much sleep. Supposedly because they are part fey, so you don’t have an excuse there either.”

“Clearly, I am part cat.”

“Mhm, sure you are.”

I watched her disappear into the bathroom. She left the door open and soon I heard the shower. It was a rather large shower. Maybe getting up was not such a bad idea after all.

It was an hour later when we arrived at breakfast. I noticed that they had tables outside, next to the tree. We decided to enjoy the morning sun while eating. I got a giant portion of pancakes with some type of syrup. It was fruity but not a flavour I could identify. Of course no breakfast was complete without coffee.

“What are our plans for today?” Lucy asked.

I shrugged. “Deal with the next problem this city throws at us?”

“We should try to find Lilastheria. Now that you are a mighty archfey nobody would question servants just appearing.” Lucy suggested.

I considered that for a moment. “You have a point. I wonder if we could even break the bond now? With Elias gone there is no longer a reason for Beira to come after her.”

“I am not sure. The inquisition still exists and there are two more high inquisitors. She might still try to use her as a witness for the theft. Or to try to find out where the stuff is that we stole. I would not be surprised if Beira would go after her simply for some petty revenge either. But we can let her decide.”

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“Yeah, it should be her choice. Ok, let’s go look for her after breakfast.”

Once we finished our meal I headed back to our room. My task was to find Lilastheria through the bond. Meanwhile, Lucy was informing Loriel of our plans. As I closed my eyes, and focused inward on the bond, I reflected on my recent powers. The magic system of this world was based on spell slots, except for some simple spells. Yet there were significant powers that did not use them. Like my panther form. In the game those were often racial abilities. Like a dragon's breath. Something clearly magical, yet bypassing the magic system.

Could I develop more abilities like that? My aura was something of the sort. Certain creatures could use their presence to instil fear. But what else was possible? Also, could I break through? Get past 9th level spells? Was there even a 10th level in this world? Even my arcane knowledge did not know.

But I was getting sidetracked. My goal was to find Lilastheria. After focusing on my task once more I found the connection. I managed to visualise a cord that showed me the direction she was in. Satisfied I opened my eyes again, stood up and stretched. Lucy was standing in the room, watching me.

“I am ready.” I declared.

“Me too, let’s go.” She answered.

We headed out into the streets. We could move fast enough that a horse, or carriage, was unnecessary. I would have expected Lilastheria to hide in a more run down part of the city. But we found ourselves in a relatively high class area. The bond pointed me towards a cafe. Once we entered I spotted her immediately. She was still using the same human form, sitting alone at a table and enjoying a coffee. She was dressed in a nice blue blouse and a black skirt.

She froze when she saw us. We approached the table and took a seat. “Hi.” I said.

“Mistresses, forgive me for not noticing you sooner!”

“It’s fine, relax.” Lucy said.

“Please, you don’t have to treat us like that. We… made a mistake simply binding you. It was not fair. Nobody should be enslaved.” I admitted.

Lucy nodded. “Yes, it’s us who should apologise. And we are willing to break the bond. Elias is dead. We are not sure if Beira is still looking for you but it’s your choice to make.”

“Um… what happened? Does it have something to do with the demon attack?” Lilastheria asked.

We told her what had happened since our last meeting. She listened attentively, her eyes going wide at times.

“I… I felt your power. When you summoned that storm, when you killed him… I felt your rage. But somehow I knew it was not directed at me.” She paused, then looked me in the eyes. “What are you?”

“I am just…” I started.

“An archfey, probably.” Lucy answered.

“Probably?” Lilastheria asked, confused.

I sighed. “I am not entirely sure, it’s a long story. But it is close enough anyway, so let’s go with it. Also, Lucy is my warlock.”

While Lilastheria sat there thinking a waitress appeared. I ordered some coffee and a slice of strawberry cake. Lucy just smiled at my gluttonous nature, breakfast was not that long ago.