My wedding was supposed to signify not only my union with Chass, but the peace between our peoples: the fauns and the elves of Idril. We had been forced to become enemies by King Drevon's manipulative policies, but now that his curse is broken and the drought is ended, it's only a matter of time before he wages an all-out war against us. Any illusions I had that we could find some happiness in the meantime were destroyed when we were ambushed by mercenaries...