The wondrous city of Thaenathaes loomed before them like a vision from a dream. Its towering spires, adorned with intricate carvings and glistening in the sunlight, seemed to reach up to touch the heavens themselves. The ancient walls, weathered by centuries of history, held within them stories of triumph and tragedy, of heroes and villains long forgotten.

Although the Queen had not been seen in public for over a century, the city teemed with life. Elvenkind, with their graceful forms and ethereal beauty, moved through the bustling marketplaces where merchants hawked their wares and customers bartered for treasures both mundane and magical.

Everywhere one looked, there was a sense of opulence and grandeur. The cobbled streets sparkled with veins of gold and silver, a tribute to the gods Gunja and Ibium. Gunja, the god of souks, favored gold, while Ibium, the god of wonders, preferred silver. Their influence could be felt in every corner of the city, from the humblest hovel to the grandest palace.

At the heart of Thaenathaes stood the royal palace, a majestic edifice surrounded by a towering fence of burnished copper that gleamed in the sunlight. The palace grounds were a riot of color and beauty, with lush gardens bursting with exotic flowers of every hue. At the center of it all stood a magnificent statue of Gunja and Ibium, frozen in a moment of eternal grace, their outstretched hands beckoning to all who passed by.

For Ara, the sight of the city was a balm to her soul. The music of lutes, flutes, and drums filled the air, weaving a tapestry of sound that spoke of joy and celebration. Kolvar closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, his heart swelling with a sense of wonder and awe.

But Saida remained aloof. A small scowl played on her lips as she surveyed the bustling streets and colorful crowds. Despite the beauty and splendor that surrounded them, she sensed that beneath the surface of Thaenathaes lay secrets and dangers that no one else could see.

As the companions made their way through the city gates, they knew that their journey was far from over. In Thaenathaes, where magic and mystery intertwined with the everyday, anything was possible. And they were about to discover that the greatest adventures were yet to come.

This city, with its attempts to emulate the grandeur of Efna Asari and invoke the favor of the gods Gunja and Ibium, fell short of capturing the true essence of its revered predecessor. Efna Asari had been a place of profound reverence, where the presence of the gods was palpable in every stone and whisper of the wind. Its streets had pulsed with a life more vibrant and colorful than any other, a tapestry woven with threads of magic and mystery.

Saida, with her keen insight and sharp tongue, harbored a deep disdain for the city's inhabitants who feigned devotion to deities they had never known or truly understood. To her, the statues of Gunja and Ibium that adorned the city were nothing more than lifeless symbols, relics of a forgotten past that held no power in the present.

Deldrach burned with a desire to storm the palace and demand an audience with the elusive Queen. But he knew better than to act rashly in a place where protocol and tradition held sway. In Thaenathaes, one did not simply waltz into the palace uninvited; there were rules and rituals to be observed, even in the face of urgency.

As the companions approached the imposing gates of the palace, they were met by four guards resplendent in armor the color of lilacs and jasmine, hues that mirrored the regal splendor of their monarch, Queen Tsarra. Her lavender skin and violet hair marked her as a ruler of rare beauty and enigma, her piercing yellow eyes said to hold secrets and wisdom beyond mortal comprehension.

Among them, only Ailas, the eldest of the group, remembered a time when Queen Tsarra had walked among her people. His silence on the matter spoke volumes, hinting at truths and memories long buried beneath the sands of time. As they stood before the gates, the weight of history and destiny hung heavy in the air, whispering of challenges and revelations yet to come.

"We seek an audience with the Queen," Deldrach declared, his voice resonating with authority, as if the very winds obeyed his command. The guards exchanged amused glances before erupting into hearty laughter that echoed through the stone courtyard.

"Did you hear that? He wishes to see the Queen! As if he is unaware that Her Majesty has not graced the mortal realm in over a century," one of the guards chortled, doubling over in mirth. Another interjected, "The answer is a resounding no. Seek audience elsewhere, travelers." With synchronized precision, the guards, each wielding a menacing spear, struck the ground in unison, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap.

"We have done all we can," Deldrach muttered, his expression resigned as he turned to depart, his companions trailing behind him.

"That's it? You simply walk away after a feeble attempt at the gate? By the gods, Deldrach!" Saida exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration as she seized his arm, causing him to recoil.

"Unhand me! Merely because Ailas tolerates such impertinence does not mean I shall entertain it," Deldrach retorted, his gaze meeting that of Ara, who had silently approached.

"My sister is no mere impertinent. She is a lady, and you will address her as such, or face the consequences," Ara warned, her steely gaze flickering to the arrow nestled against her bow.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Deldrach's tone held a hint of defiance, his crimson eyes ablaze with defiance.

"Enough! I am no child; I stand on the cusp of adulthood in elven society. I can handle this ruffian on my own," Saida interjected sharply, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with Deldrach. "I care not for your origins, your supposed status, or your lethal gaze. You are part of our fellowship, and you will accompany us until our quest is fulfilled. Should you prove incapable, I shall simply pretend your words carry no weight," Saida declared, her voice firm and resolute, echoing through the courtyard like a clarion call.

"How very lady-like of you, Saida," Deldrach remarked with a sly smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Very well, I shall endeavor to maintain a modicum of civility."

"I shan't hold my breath," Saida muttered under her breath, her tone laced with skepticism. She pivoted towards the guards, their imposing figures still standing at attention like statues carved from granite. "We seek an audience with the Queen. There exists crucial information concerning the fate of Seatorion that she must be made aware of."

"And what, pray tell, is this information that warrants such a demand?" inquired one of the guards, his voice a rumble like distant thunder.

"It is knowledge meant solely for Her Majesty's ears," Saida replied firmly, her gaze unwavering.

"Alas, the answer remains unchanged—access is denied," declared a second guard, his tone resolute as the stone walls that surrounded them.

"Your resolve is commendable, but know that ours is unwavering. We shall reach the Queen, by any means necessary," Saida declared, a flicker of defiance igniting in her stormy eyes as she stamped her foot in frustration.

"A spirited one, this one. How long do you reckon she'll persist before realizing the futility of her efforts?" mused a third guard, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

"Saida, it appears these gentlemen have no intention of yielding. Perhaps we should regroup and return with a different approach," Kolvar whispered conspiratorially in her ear, his voice a soothing balm amidst the tension.

"Very well, we shall depart for now, but mark my words—we shall return, and when we do, be prepared," Saida announced, her voice ringing with determination as she turned on her heel and strode purposefully towards the bustling streets beyond.

"I do believe she could outmatch your temper, Ara," Kolvar remarked with a chuckle, stealing a glance at Ara, who responded with an exasperated eye roll. "Regardless, let us seek respite and plot our next move."

The party trailed after Saida, her steps infused with a fiery determination that belied her inner turmoil. She had hoped to sway the guards with her composed demeanor, akin to her encounters at the Table, but this game was played on a different board—one where the rules were unfamiliar, and the stakes, higher than ever before.

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The tavern, with its wooden beams adorned with flickering torches, was alive with the merry chaos of elven revelry. Melodic laughter intertwined with the joyous tunes of bards, creating a symphony of jubilation that echoed off the walls. Elves of varied lineages mingled freely, their graceful movements like a dance of ancient magic under the warm glow of enchanted lanterns.

Deldrach, his crimson cloak billowing behind him, strode through the throng of feasting elves with purpose. The clatter of tankards and the scent of ale filled the air as he reached his companions seated at a weathered oak table. Ailas, his eyes bright with curiosity, glanced up as Deldrach approached, while Kolvar regarded him with a silent intensity that hinted at unspoken thoughts.

Deldrach's gaze lingered on Saida, an elven maiden whose mere presence seemed to ignite a storm within him. Her laughter rang like silver bells in the tavern, a stark contrast to Deldrach's brooding demeanor. Why did she vex him so? He pondered, his thoughts a labyrinth of conflicting emotions.

Kolvar, ever observant, studied Deldrach with a furrowed brow, his own thoughts masked behind a facade of stoicism. Ailas attempted to lighten the mood with a jest, though his words seemed to fall upon deaf ears in the shadow of Deldrach's contemplation.

"Did we truly believe our path would be unblemished by challenges?" Ara's melodic voice cut through the din, her emerald eyes alight with determination. She toyed with her ale, the amber liquid swirling in the mug like a miniature whirlpool, her resolve unshaken despite the looming uncertainty that hung over their mission.

"No, but I must say, I was not expecting such a lively place. I thought the palace grounds were only for the nobles, priests, priestesses, and the like," Kolvar remarked, his gaze sweeping over the bustling streets of Thaenathaes. The vibrant tapestry of merchants, performers, and revelers painted a stark contrast to the dignified tranquility he had expected.

Ailas, his eyes alight with a spark of mischief, chuckled softly. "It appears much has changed in the last twenty years or so," he replied, his gaze flickering towards Deldrach, a shadow among the vibrant crowd. "I say we go in by force. It might not be ideal, but I think our chances are pretty good."

"We could, but how are we going to get in? The fence is too high to scale, and we don't have any kind of magic to just knock it down," Kolvar mused, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "I suppose Ara could take out the guards..."

Ara's piercing gaze silenced him mid-sentence, her emerald eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "I won't be taking anyone out," she hissed, her voice a whisper that cut through the clamor of the tavern. "What about Saida? Could she not sneak in with her invisibility?"

Saida, her features etched with frustration, shook her head slowly. "I might be invisible, but I still need the gate open. Unless we can time it with the changing of the guards... I'm not sure when the next one is," she lamented, her green eyes clouded with uncertainty. "Could we just wait for Tivruic?"

A heavy silence descended upon the table, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air like a shroud. Saida's mention of Tivruic, a name whispered in hushed tones, drew wary glances from the patrons of the tavern. Sensing the tension, Saida shrunk back in her seat, a veil of unease falling over her delicate features.

Deldrach, his gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight, felt a chill crawl down his spine. The name of Tivruic, a figure of legend and dread, cast a long shadow over their plans, a harbinger of trials yet to come in the ancient city of Thaenathaes.

"I think we should go somewhere else," Ailas declared, his hand resting gently on Saida's shoulder. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, eyes widening at the bold display of affection. Saida's cheeks flushed scarlet, embarrassment painting her delicate features in shades of crimson.

Ara, her expression a mask of composure, inwardly marveled at Ailas's openness in a city steeped in tradition and formality. The act of openly touching another elf in public was considered highly improper, especially in the presence of the Queen's watchful gaze. Ara herself had maintained a careful distance from Kolvar since their arrival, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken rules that governed their interactions.

"Saida, come on," Ailas urged, reaching out once more, but Saida recoiled, her embarrassment palpable as she turned away, her ears burning with shame.

"Ailas, I'll walk with her," Ara interjected, offering Ailas a reassuring smile before gliding over to her sister's side. "It's okay. He just forgot, as I'm sure everyone else will."

"It's not just that. I want us to succeed. I want to reach the Queen before he does. I don't want to have to face him in battle. Ryo's words still echo in my mind—'we would all suffer for it.' I can't bear to see those I care for meet their end because of my failure," Saida confessed, her voice laden with fear and determination.

"Saida, I share your sentiments, but we must devise a plan. If he reaches the Queen first, all is lost for us. Come, let's find a secluded spot to strategize. In a few hours, we will have unraveled the threads of fate and uncovered the path to the Queen," Ara reassured her sister, eschewing a smile but enveloping her in a tight embrace, a silent gesture of sisterly affection amidst the looming shadows of uncertainty.

As Ara embraced Saida, a vision bloomed in her mind, crafted by Kolvar's silent telepathy—a vision of the five companions celebrating their triumph, clinking tankards of ale in jubilant revelry, their mission fulfilled and the Queen informed of the imminent danger. Ara's heart softened at the unspoken reassurance, a glimmer of hope kindling in the depths of her soul. Perhaps, amidst the trials that lay ahead, there existed a flicker of light—a beacon of camaraderie and unity that could guide them through the encroaching darkness.