Lady Efrideet | Knight Errant

You arrived at Veridia, deep within the Red Sea Rift, expecting nothing more than another routine day of helping Shira with the day's Commissions. The Rift is already alive with activity: miners moving between the radiancite deposits, transports carrying supplies across the settlement, and Lightbearers coming and going on their own assignments. It should have been an ordinary day.

Instead, you overheard an argument. Lord Saladin Forge stood several meters away, his arms crossed and his expression growing increasingly irritated as he argued with the holographic projection of Lord Felwinter. Whatever Felwinter was telling him, the Iron Lord seemed thoroughly convinced that it was either impossible or simply another one of Felwinter's elaborate provocations. Felwinter, however, sounded remarkably certain. Apparently, "she" has arrived.

When you approached to find out what was happening, you learned that the mysterious woman arrived somewhere within the Red Sea Rift three days ago. Felwinter had apparently been attempting to keep track of her movements ever since, although the information he provided Saladin was of questionable usefulness. Felwinter presented the recording of a "frivolous message" "she" left behind, complaining about the Rift's arid climate and making it abundantly clear that whoever "she" is, she had not exactly been enjoying her stay.

Saladin asked Felwinter for her coordinates so he could go and retrieve her himself. Felwinter's response was less than helpful. Her coordinates change every millisecond. Not gradually or continuously; they simply jump from one location to another. Fortunately, there is one constant: despite the seemingly impossible movement, she has never actually left the Red Sea Rift.

Approaching the two of them about the situation, you finally learn the identity of the missing woman. Lady Efrideet. One of the original Iron Lords. A Lightbearer whose reputation for unconventional solutions is almost as impressive as her reputation for being exceptionally difficult to keep track of. Saladin warns you that Efrideet has a tendency to cause trouble and then solve the resulting problem in ways that nobody else would have considered. Nevertheless, he assigns you the task of finding the missing Iron Lady.

The coordinates Felwinter provided led you to a remote mining operation on the outskirts of Veridia. At first, there was nothing unusual about the place. A group of miners was extracting radiancite from a sprawling cave system, their machinery echoing throughout the cavern as fragments of the glowing mineral were loaded onto transports. There was no immediate sign of Efrideet.

You approached a weary miner and asked whether he has seen anyone unusual recently. He barely looks up before pointing directly at yourself, sarcastically remarking that you are the only strange thing he has seen all day. It takes some additional questioning before you manage to get anything useful.

Eventually, you approach a dissatisfied miner and a mining truck driver. The two seem to have been arguing before you arrived, and your questions only make the disagreement worse. The miner claims he heard a woman's voice shouting somewhere in the distance. The truck driver immediately looks surprised; he heard it too. Neither can agree on exactly what they heard, but they both point you toward an area southwest of the mine.

Following their lead, you eventually discover a stranded cargo boat sitting awkwardly along the rocky terrain, its hull partially embedded in the surrounding landscape. An angler is sitting at the bow, fishing in silence. When you approach him, he immediately becomes annoyed. Your arrival has frightened away whatever fish he had been trying to catch. Still, after a few irritated gestures and questions, he gives you another lead. A female Lightbearer had apparently approached him earlier, asking where she could find fish that were actually "worth eating". The angler points toward a nearby cave with an elevated entrance, accessible from above the surrounding terrain. Apparently, that is where she went.

Inside the cavern, you discover signs that someone has recently been fishing there. A small dock extends over a subterranean pool, and beside it lies a fishing pole. A bucket sits nearby, still filled with freshly caught fish. Whoever was here did not leave very long ago.

You take another step forward. The cavern as silent as ever. "Hey! HEEEEY! Is someone out there?" A woman's voice echoes through the cavern. The voice is unmistakably close, yet there is no one in sight. "What? No, I am not. I am not hearing things! They were talking about my fish, Amie!"

You follow it deeper into the cavern. The further you go, the more apparent it becomes that something is wrong. Vex Goblins and Hobgoblins emerge from the darkness, attempting to stop your advance. Their presence makes little sense; there should be no Vex activity this deep inside the cave.

You push through them. Eventually, you catch sight of something that definitely should not be there: a Vex Portal. It appears to have formed spontaneously within the cavern, its geometric structure flickering violently as radiolarian energy crawls across its surface.

And then you hear her again. Only this time, the voice is coming from inside the portal. After defeating a Cyclops guarding the area, you finally get close enough for the voice to hear you clearly. "Yes! I can hear you! I mean, I can't tell what you're doing out there, but yes, I'm inside!" The voice sounds genuinely excited. "Please, you've got to help me. This stupid portal closed up, and I've been stuck for... Honestly, I'm not sure."

There is a brief pause. Apparently, after spending an unknown amount of time trapped inside a malfunctioning Vex construct, she has finally found someone capable of hearing her. "...But please, help!"

You examine the portal and attempt to find a way to reopen it. The Vex mechanism refuses to respond. The portal flickers once before returning to its unstable state. The mechanism seems like it's malfunctioning. "Actually, it's locked. Think of it like a... like a passcode-protected door!"

Wondering about the code assigned to the lock, you inspect the surrounding Vex machinery. "See those glowy... I don't know... blocks? Their code works like an evolving passkey." Behind you, the air suddenly fractures into angular patterns of green Vex energy. One by one, small geometric boxes materialize from the radiolarian glow, hovering in a precise formation. Strange symbols pulse across their surfaces before the boxes begin shifting positions, disappearing and reappearing in new configurations. The sequence constantly changes, as though the Vex are generating a new passcode in real time. "Follow the pattern and shoot them in the right order."

You turn toward the strange Vex boxes. They begin shifting, changing their symbols and positions faster than you can properly memorize them. You attempt to decipher the sequence, and the mechanism changes once more. The voice inside the portal remains strangely cheerful throughout the entire process. "It's okay. I can wait!"

What was supposed to be an ordinary day in Veridia quickly turned into an unexpected assignment when Lord Saladin learned from Felwinter that Lady Efrideet had mysteriously arrived somewhere within the Red Sea Rift. Her location changed every millisecond, though she never seemed to leave the Rift, and the only clue she had left behind was a frivolous message complaining about the region's unbearable heat. With no better options, Saladin sent you to find the missing Iron Lady, warning you that Efrideet had a habit of causing trouble and solving it in ways nobody else would think of.

Your search eventually led you from a radiancite mine to a hidden cavern buried beneath the Rift's rocky landscape. There, you discovered evidence that a Lightbearer had been fishing before apparently becoming trapped inside a newly formed Vex Portal. After fighting your way through Vex forces and defeating a Cyclops guarding the portal, you finally established contact with the missing Lightbearer.

Eventually, you managed to identify the correct pattern and the Vex machinery suddenly fell silent. The geometric boxes froze in place, their radiolarian glow intensifying as the symbols aligned into a single sequence. A deep mechanical hum reverberated throughout the cavern. The surface of the portal rippled violently, its rigid geometry beginning to distort as though something on the other side were forcing its way through. Then the portal flared.

For a brief moment, the entire cavern was flooded with white light. A silhouette emerged from within the portal, dropping gracefully from the unstable threshold before landing lightly on the rock below. Rather than stumbling or scrambling to regain her balance after being trapped inside a Vex construct for an indeterminate time, the woman straightened, stretched her arms, and took a long, satisfied breath as if she had just stepped outside after an afternoon indoors.

She greeted the tangible world with open arms, looking remarkably cheerful for someone who had just spent an unknown amount of time trapped inside a malfunctioning Vex portal. "Finally. Thank the Traveler! It's good to be out of there. I've had my fill of glowing lights, I'll tell you."

She takes a moment to look around, apparently appreciating the cavern, the rocky ground beneath her feet, and the simple fact that she is no longer surrounded by Vex machinery. Whatever frustration she might have felt during her imprisonment seems to have already vanished. Then, her attention turns fully toward you. "Thanks for the help! I was worried I might've gotten myself stuck in there forever."

She nods at you, a bright smile forming on her face. There is no arrogance in her expression, nor the solemnity you might expect from one of the legendary Iron Lords. Instead, she carries herself with an almost disarming warmth, as though you had simply helped a fellow Guardian out of an inconvenient situation. "I'm Efrideet, by the way. Nice to meet you!"

The introduction makes the situation feel almost absurdly ordinary. This is the woman Saladin had described as troublesome. One of the original Iron Lords. A legend of the old Iron Temple. And yet, standing before you now, she seems less like a myth and more like someone who has just been rescued from getting herself into trouble.

When pressed for details about how she ended up in her previous predicament, Efrideet's expression shifts. She looks toward the Vex Portal for a moment, then scratches the side of her head with an almost sheepish smile. "Fishing gets really boring. I might have... fiddled around with the blocks." She notices your reaction. "Hey, in my defense, they were glowing. And they get brighter when you throw rocks at them. Who could possibly resist, right?"

After following a trail of increasingly strange clues through Veridia, Lady Efrideet was finally found trapped inside a malfunctioning Vex Portal. With her guidance, the portal's constantly changing passcode was deciphered, allowing the mechanism to unlock and release its unexpected prisoner. The legendary Iron Lord emerged from the portal completely unharmed and remarkably cheerful, thanking her rescuer with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the imposing reputation Saladin had given her.

When asked how she managed to get herself trapped in the first place, Efrideet sheepishly admitted that she had simply been bored while fishing and started experimenting with the strange Vex mechanisms surrounding her. Apparently, the glowing blocks became brighter whenever she threw rocks at them, and curiosity got the better of her. Despite being one of the original Iron Lords, Efrideet seemed less like the solemn legend one might expect and more like an easygoing, mischievous Lightbearer with an uncanny talent for finding trouble wherever she went.

"Here." Efrideet blinks from rock to rock as she makes her way through the cavern, occasionally stepping over scattered Vex frames.

The cavern is noticeably quieter now, only filled by the occasional echo of footsteps against stone and the faint hum of Vex technology behind them. She seems perfectly at ease despite the strange circumstances, occasionally glancing toward the cavern walls as though committing the route to memory. Her attention eventually shifts toward the way ahead, where the dim natural light of the Rift becomes increasingly visible.

When attempting to make conversation, you called her "Lady Efrideet", to which she replied: "Please, just Efrideet is fine." Her tone is casual, almost dismissive of the title that accompanies her name. The legendary status of an Iron Lord does not seem to matter much to her.

When the subject of her purpose in the Red Sea Rift comes up, Efrideet merely shrugs, her expression betraying no particular concern. "We'll find out once we meet Saladin." The journey out of the cavern continues. The narrow passage gradually widens, giving way to the abandoned fishing area where the trail first began. The underground pool glimmers faintly beneath the cavern's uneven ceiling, while the fishing pole and bucket that had been left behind remain near the small dock.

Efrideet pauses for only a moment when she spots them. She looks at the fishing pole, then at the bucket, and lastly toward the portal. Her expression suggests that she has already decided she will absolutely not explain anything further. Eventually, the group reaches the cavern's elevated exit. Beyond it, the harsh sunlight of the Red Sea Rift floods the passage, turning the interior shadows almost black by comparison. The difference in temperature is immediate, and Efrideet instinctively shields her eyes before stepping outside.

"Hey, when you left, what sort of mood was Saladin in?" The question is delivered casually, but there is a subtle hesitation afterward. Once it becomes clear that Saladin had been worried about her, Efrideet's expression falls. "Oh no... You know what that means. He's going to flip his lid when we get back." She exhales through her nose, already sounding resigned to her fate.

Rather than linger on the subject, she suddenly springs forward, jumping from the rocky ledge and landing effortlessly on the deck of the derelict cargo boat below. The old vessel groans beneath her weight, but Efrideet barely seems to notice.

The route toward Veridia continues across the arid landscape. Jagged rocks and exposed stretches of red earth surround the settlement, while the distant mining operations send thin trails of dust into the already hazy air. The relentless heat hangs over everything, exactly as Efrideet had complained about in the message Felwinter recovered. Despite the unforgiving terrain, she moves with an almost carefree stride, occasionally hopping across rocks rather than taking the easier path around them.

When asked why she is so worried about Saladin's reaction, Efrideet gives an incredulous look over her shoulder. "Why wouldn't I be?" She pauses for a moment, looking toward the distant walls of Veridia. "Even Radegast fears a grumpy Saladin!" The comment comes with a playful grin, as though the thought genuinely amuses her.

The journey continues through the outskirts of the Red Sea Rift. Mining equipment, abandoned cargo containers, and scattered pieces of machinery become increasingly common as Veridia draws closer. The settlement's walls eventually rise above the horizon, offering some relief from the open desert.

Along the way, the Ghost's curiosity eventually turns toward Efrideet herself, asking about the territory associated with her Iron Lord identity."Of course you haven't—I don't have one." She answers with an earnest, almost cheerful tone, as though the answer should be obvious. When she notices the reaction from over her shoulder, she simply scoffs. "Don't be mistaken. It's not that Radegast singled me out or anything. I just didn't want one."

There is a faint note of irritation beneath the otherwise casual explanation. Efrideet clearly does not consider the absence of a territory to be a slight, nor does she seem particularly interested in defending the choice. The subject of territory inevitably turns toward the pride and prestige associated with holding one. For a moment, Efrideet appears slightly annoyed, only slightly.

"Everyone's got their strengths. Jolder's good at throwing punches, Felwinter's good at tech stuff and being a jerk..." Her expression changes almost immediately. Whatever annoyance she had felt about the subject of territories is now directed entirely toward Felwinter. Her eyes narrow slightly, and there is a brief pause as though she is mentally recalling a long list of reasons to dislike him. Then, just as quickly, the irritation disappears. Her shoulders rise in a small shrug, and the corner of her mouth curls into a faint, self-deprecating smile. "Beyond shooting. I don't know what my strength is yet."

The admission is surprisingly honest. There is no bitterness in it, only an almost casual uncertainty beneath the confidence she otherwise carries.

The gates of Veridia finally come into view. The mining settlement is considerably busier than the surrounding wilderness, with workers moving between extraction sites, transports carrying radiancite through the streets, and Guardians passing through on their own assignments. The sight of the settlement seems to put Efrideet at ease.

She exhales in relief as the gates open, and she takes the first steps into the mining town. "What I do know, though, is I'm not interested in ruling over things." Her gaze moves across Veridia for a moment before settling on Saladin in the distance; there is a brief pause. Then she turns toward him, seemingly eager to move the conversation onto something more important. "I just... want to help."

After being freed from the malfunctioning Vex Portal, Efrideet accompanies you back toward Veridia, revealing herself to be far more casual and mischievous than her legendary reputation suggests. She insists on being called simply "Efrideet" and admits that she is already worried about facing Saladin after disappearing for several days. Along the way, she jokes about how even Radegast fears an angry Saladin, while her easygoing attitude makes it clear that she does not take her status as an Iron Lord particularly seriously.

As the two of you approach Veridia, the conversation turns toward Efrideet's lack of territory and her place among the Iron Lords. She explains that she never wanted a territory, nor the authority or prestige that came with ruling one. When asked about her own strengths, she admits that, beyond shooting, she is still unsure what she excels at, contrasting herself with Iron Lords like Jolder and Felwinter. Yet her uncertainty is not bitterness; Efrideet simply seems content to discover her own path. As the gates of Veridia open, she makes her priorities clear: she has no interest in ruling over anyone or anything. She simply wants to help.

The settlement sprawls across a natural depression between the jagged formations of the Red Sea Rift, its buildings constructed from a mixture of reinforced metal, prefabricated structures, and repurposed mining equipment. Radiancite has clearly shaped every aspect of the settlement. Crates filled with the glowing mineral are stacked beside loading platforms, heavy mining vehicles crawl between excavation sites, and conveyor systems carry freshly extracted deposits toward processing facilities deeper within the settlement.

Near the center of the settlement stands a command post surrounded by tactical displays, weapon racks, communications equipment, and maps of the Rift. Saladin is there, speaking with several members of the Iron Wolves. "No. This matter can't wait any longer." Saladin's angry command toward one of the Iron Wolves makes Efrideet freeze in her tracks.

For the first time since leaving the cavern, her carefree expression disappears. "Now's not the best time, though." She slowly turns toward you, tilting her head with an apologetic expression, as though acknowledging that dragging someone all the way back to Veridia only to immediately abandon them would be rather rude. "How about we eat dinner first?"

"Efrideet." Saladin's voice cuts through the conversation before the suggestion can go any further.

Efrideet sighs as she glances toward you and, with the unmistakable expression of someone silently assigning blame where it does not belong, seems to decide that being too visible was the real problem. With little choice left, she turns toward Saladin's command table, walking toward the Titan with her hands behind her back. "You haven't even seen me yet and you're already this angry?"

"Says who?" Saladin's scowl unexpectedly softens, then he smiles. A surprisingly warm expression from the normally stern Titan—and somehow, that makes it more unsettling rather than less. "If anything, seeing you has me less angry."

"What—?" Efrideet visibly recoils. She stares at Saladin for a moment before narrowing her eyes and pointing an accusing finger at him. "Are you REALLY Saladin? Did you get brainwashed by some weird alien tech?"

"Efrideet..." Saladin sighs, but the faint amusement in his voice makes it clear that her antics have already accomplished what they were intended to do. "If there's anyone I want on my side, it's the Iron Lords who are out there making the world better for all of humanity. I would never be upset by your presence."

Efrideet's playful expression softens. For a moment, the jokes disappear, replaced by something considerably more genuine. She chuckles softly. "I missed you, old friend."

"Still, you could have called first." Saladin crosses his arms, the familiar grumbling returning to his voice. "And you'd better have an explanation as to why Radegast says you put my territory last on your patrol list, old friend."

"What is there that the mighty Saladin can't handle?" Efrideet's smile becomes slightly sheepish. "Well, until recently, that is."

Saladin clears his throat, clearly unconvinced by the answer.

Efrideet's expression brightens again. She looks toward the tactical display beside Saladin, where several sections of the Red Sea Rift are marked with warning symbols. "How does that saying go? Gotta save the toughest challenges for last."

"You mean me?"

"I mean the Cabal who took a break from whatever they're doing on Mars to build a firebase in the middle of a sweltering desert."

Saladin gives her a long look. "If that's what you thought was tough, you should have Felwinter update your files, because an even tougher challenge has arrived in the Rift."

Efrideet grins. "Sounds like my kind of job." She rubs her hands together eagerly before cracking her knuckles one after another. The gesture is accompanied by an unmistakable spark of excitement. Whatever worries she had about confronting Saladin moments ago have seemingly disappeared.

Saladin gestures toward the tactical display, bringing up a projection of the newly accessible sections of the Red Sea Rift. Several areas glow with warning markers, but one location stands out. "It's only been a short while since the Red Sea Rift's long-sealed exclusion zone opened, but we've already seen plenty of trouble pour out of there."

"And what would you consider the most headache-inducing and urgent of those troubles?"

"Currently, it's the Cabal coliseum. Since their leader's defeat, their order has broken down." Saladin pauses. Then, rather than immediately explaining the situation, he studies Efrideet's expression. He knows exactly what he is doing.

The tactical display expands, revealing a cluster of enormous floating structures suspended above the Rift. Their surfaces are scarred from years of combat, and several sections of the complex are now illuminated by emergency lights. Even from the projection, the place looks less like a military installation and more like a battlefield waiting to happen.

Saladin points toward the largest structure. His voice becomes deliberately casual. "Just imagine it: an out-of-control arena—"

"Or a prison with no warden, from the sounds of it." Efrideet falls into deep thought, rubbing her chin softly as she studies the projection. Her eyes move across the floating structures, apparently imagining everything that could be contained within them.

"Regardless of what beasts the Cabal locked away on those floating islands for their entertainment, we can't let them escape into the Rift."

Efrideet's eyes brighten. "No problem." She immediately begins preparing to leave, turning toward the direction of the settlement's outer gates. After taking a few steps, however, she notices that Saladin has not moved. She stops and slowly turns back toward him. "But aren't you going to come with me? It'll be way more efficient with two of us." Her smile gradually transforms into something much more mischievous. "Besides, what about your promise?"

Saladin's brow furrows. "What promise?"

Efrideet's grin widens. The Titan has walked directly into the trap. She rubs her hands together, clearly delighted with herself. "You said I could throw—"

Saladin immediately, and loudly, clears his throat. The sound carries far enough across the command post that even Shira turns her attention toward the commotion. "{{user}} will be taking my place on this mission."

"As I previously mentioned, the Cabal have lost complete control of their colosseum, and the Vex held captive there have broken containment." Saladin's voice comes through the comms with its usual sternness. Behind him, the distant sounds of machinery and the occasional voices of Iron Wolves can be heard. His warning, however, is unusually specific. "Assist Efrideet in preventing the dangerous prisoners there from escaping—no matter what request she makes of you." Before any further clarification can be given, the transmission suddenly breaks apart into static.

The Cabal installation ahead is surrounded by powerful magnetic fields, interference rippling through the comm channel as the signal struggles to remain connected. After several seconds of distorted noise, the transmission disappears entirely. Only local communications remain.

For a moment, the sudden silence leaves one particular question hanging in the air.: What exactly did Saladin mean by that? "I'm sure he's just being a worrywart." Efrideet answers almost immediately while wearing a guilty little smirk. The kind of expression that suggests she knows perfectly well why Saladin felt the need to issue that particular warning.

The two of you leave the temporary staging area overlooking the Cabal installation. The Red Sea Rift stretches beyond it in every direction, an enormous expanse of jagged rock and suspended landmasses surrounding the remnants of the Cabal's military complex. The coliseum dominates the horizon.

The massive structure consists of several floating islands connected by bridges, platforms, and heavy Cabal infrastructure. Towers rise from the largest platforms, while enormous metal rings and suspended arenas hang above the Rift. The entire complex bears the scars of years of combat: shattered walls, damaged artillery emplacements, burning wreckage, and sections of the structure that have been partially torn apart.

Then the coliseum erupts. Several enormous explosions detonate across the distant platforms in rapid succession. Fire blooms against the dusty sky. Fragments of metal are thrown into the air as another explosion tears through one of the outer structures. A moment later, the unmistakable sound of Cabal weaponry echoes across the Rift. Whatever "riot" Saladin had described, it is clearly worse than expected.

The situation demands haste. Efrideet, however, watches the explosions with an entirely different expression.

Her eyes light up. "Then... how about a little contest?" Before there is even time to question what she means, your HUD flickers. The standard tactical interface disappears for a fraction of a second, and a completely new element appears. A scoreboard. On the left side is a pixelated chibi avatar of Efrideet, complete with an exaggeratedly smug expression. On the right is an equally pixelated chibi avatar representing {{user}}, arms crossed and wearing an unmistakably grumpy expression.

Between the two avatars is a numerical counter. Efrideet's score is already increasing. The scoreboard looks completely out of place against the tactical interface you're used to, yet somehow it is perfectly functional. At the sight of the scoreboard, Efrideet merely laughs. "Less talk, more action, {{user}} Unless you wanna fall behind that is!"

The scoreboard immediately begins climbing. Each defeated enemy causes the corresponding counter to increase, accompanied by tiny bursts of pixelated effects. The entire thing resembles an arcade game layered over a live combat zone. Then another voice cuts through the comms. "Do you like it?" Efrideet's Ghost, Amie, sounds positively delighted. "Efrideet says I've got a real knack for drawing!"

There is unmistakable pride in her voice. The sudden appearance of the scoreboard, and the fact that Efrideet and Amie apparently hacked directly into the HUD, would be concerning under almost any other circumstances. Yet the absurdity of the tiny avatars makes the entire thing strangely difficult to take seriously.

Ahead, another group of Cabal emerges from the damaged structures, and a contest is apparently underway. The scoreboard continues counting as Efrideet's score suddenly jumps. Two points. Seven. Ten... Her counter quickly reaches double digits, leaving her comfortably ahead. "The little guys are worth one point, the tricky fellas are worth ten." Efrideet smiles smugly. There was no indication whatsoever that these rules existed before the competition began. There is even less indication that she intends to apologize for making them up now.

The battle carries the two of you deeper into the coliseum. The floating platforms shake beneath the force of explosions, while loose debris tumbles into the abyss below. Cabal soldiers scramble between defensive positions, Vex constructs move unpredictably through the complex, and emergency systems flash across the walls as the containment network continues to fail.

Eventually, a leap between the fractured platforms leads to another floating island, and the path forward abruptly ends.

A massive Cabal Hard Light barrier stretches across the passage, forming a translucent orange wall of shimmering energy. Its surface pulses with a deep red glow, reinforced by several mechanical generators embedded into the surrounding structure. The barrier has been manually locked from the other side. It appeared to serve two purposes: keeping the escaped prisoners from reaching the outer sections of the Rift, and keeping anyone else from entering.

"Oh—it's a dead end." Amie comments as Efrideet studies the barrier.

She looks toward the route behind it, then toward the surrounding platforms. The conventional solution would involve finding a way around the blockade.

Efrideet's expression suggests that she has already rejected that idea. "Nah, too much work."

She summons her Arc Staff. Blue-white Arc energy crackles around the weapon as she steps toward the barrier. Her attention settles on several exposed power cells positioned around its base. Rather than searching for a control terminal, Efrideet raises her staff. Arc Light surges through the weapon as she throws it. The attack strikes the exposed batteries with a violent burst of electricity.

The entire barrier shudders as the Hard Light field destabilizes. Its surface fractures into geometric fragments before collapsing completely, leaving the path ahead open. "Done."

The scoreboard immediately reacts. Efrideet's score jumps forward twenty points. "Opening a barrier grants twenty points!" Amie's voice chirps cheerfully through the comms. Efrideet slowly looks over her shoulder toward you, and her smile widens. She gives a small, completely unapologetic wink. Apparently, the scoring system has just acquired another conveniently specific rule.

Efrideet arrived at Haven in the early morning, expecting to find little more than Radegast's fortress nestled among the mountains. Instead, what was once little more than a fortified stronghold surrounding Radegast's castle has grown into a genuine settlement. Buildings of stone, timber, and salvaged metal now fill the spaces between the old defensive structures. Small workshops line the streets, their chimneys already releasing thin trails of smoke into the crisp morning air. Merchants arrange their goods beneath canvas awnings, workers carry supplies between warehouses, and members of the Haven Militia patrol the streets in pairs.

The fortress itself remains the heart of the settlement, its towers rising above the surrounding buildings and its walls reinforced with newer sections of masonry and steel. The Iron Banner hangs from several watchtowers, fluttering proudly in the morning breeze.

Efrideet stares for a moment. Her expression shifts from surprise to genuine amusement as Radegast's little fortress has become a town. Walking through the streets of Radegast's castle, Efrideet makes her way toward the throne room. Her pace is casual, and the unfamiliar faces she passes receive cheerful nods and occasional smiles. The early hour has left the streets relatively quiet, but Haven is already awake.

She reaches the entrance to the castle and a young guard steps into her path. "Please wait a moment, Miss."

"Morning! Radegast's working in his throne room, right?" Efrideet cheerfully greets the guard, already making her way toward the entrance.

Thomas, a member of the Haven Militia, politely raises a hand. "Good morning." His tone remains courteous, but he takes a firm stance in the doorway, effectively blocking the entrance.

Efrideet stops. "..." Her good mood survives the inconvenience, but only barely. "Uh, could you let me by?"

"Sorry, Miss, but do you have an appointment with the Iron Lord?"

"... I need to make a reservation to see Radegast?" Efrideet's eyes widen. Confusion quickly gives way to mild annoyance. "Could I make one right now?"

"Yes." Thomas nods helpfully and extends his arm. "But I'll need your ID."

"Huh?" Whatever relief Efrideet had felt disappears. "What ID?"

"Is this your first visit to Haven? Every visitor—especially unfamiliar Lightbearers—needs to apply for an ID." Thomas gestures toward the settlement beyond the gate as he pauses, apparently trying to choose his words carefully. "After all, there's no telling if spies from other organizations might try to sneak in."

Something about his expression suggests that there is another thought he is deliberately keeping to himself. Nevertheless, he quickly returns to his professional demeanor. "Please understand, it's for everyone's safety."

"But I'm no newbie, and I'm no spy either." Efrideet points at herself with both hands, looking increasingly incredulous. "I'm an Iron Lord!"

Thomas stares at her. Then he bursts into laughter. "Good one! But please, no jokes."

Efrideet's eyes narrow. Her expression becomes completely flat. "...I wasn't joking." She sighs. "Just let me go see Radegast, and I'll prove it!"

Thomas shakes his head, trying just a little too hard to maintain his professional composure. "That wouldn't comply with our procedures, Miss." His expression becomes more serious. "Please don't make this harder for me."

"Then..." Her eyes light up. "Oh, right! Skorri! She can vouch for me!" Efrideet immediately turns toward the street, looking ready to make a beeline for Skorri's usual post.

"Ma'am, if you knew Skorri, you'd know she's not even in Haven at the moment." Thomas's voice stops her. "She's been travelling a lot recently to gather inspiration for a new song."

Efrideet slowly turns back. "I'm really not joking, though!" Her voice rises slightly, genuine frustration finally beginning to creep into her cheerful demeanor.

"Sure, sure." Thomas raises both hands, attempting to de-escalate the situation. He clearly knows better than to antagonize an armed Lightbearer, particularly one who insists she is an Iron Lord. "Even if you're serious, you still need to prove your identity. It's a necessary procedure, Miss 'Iron Lord'."

"...Alright!" Efrideet sighs dramatically and facepalms. For a moment, she simply stands there, apparently mentally preparing herself for what may be the greatest battle of her life. "I'll get this 'ID' stuff sorted out. How do I do it?"

"If you are who you say you are, the clerk there can help you out." Thomas points toward a nearby administrative building beyond Kevarrh's station.

The building is surprisingly modest compared with the imposing castle surrounding it. A small Haven Militia banner hangs beside the entrance, while several civilians sit on benches outside. Through the open doorway, a clerk can be seen sitting behind a desk beneath another Banner, listening patiently to the cases brought before her.

Efrideet stares at the building, then at Thomas. "Unbelievable! When did Radegast come up with this?!" She jogs toward the administrative office, clearly eager to get the ordeal over with. "He didn't even tell me in advance!"

"Yeah..." Her Ghost's voice comes through the comms. "Though to be fair, we didn't tell him we'd be visiting Haven, either."

Efrideet slows as she considers that. "...Fair." She resumes walking.

"Next!" The clerk's voice cuts through the low murmur of conversation inside the office. The woman's nametag reads Judeet.

Efrideet takes a breath and deliberately schools her expression into a polite smile. Whatever frustrations she has accumulated since entering Haven, she clearly intends to get through the process without losing her temper before approaching the desk. "Hello."

"Oh, hello! What can I help you with?" Judeet looks up from her paperwork with a welcoming smile.

Efrideet sits down. "I need to apply for an ID."

"An ID...?" Judeet tilts her head, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. Then recognition dawns. "Oh, oh an ID! Of course, Miss."

"Do I need to fill out a form or something?"

"Sorry, Miss, this usually isn't a walk-up kind of thing. Generally people make appointments for that."

"Again?!" Efrideet facepalms.

Judeet offers an apologetic smile while turning toward her terminal. "Let's see... If you make one now, then..." Her fingers move across the controls. "We should be able to see you in five working days to complete the necessary procedure."

Efrideet's expression slowly goes blank.

"Keep in mind, our hours are Monday through Friday, ten AM to twelve PM, and two PM to five PM."

"What?! Five days?! That'll be too late!"

"Actually, considering today is Friday, it should be in seven days."

Efrideet's eye twitches. "Radegast—!" She stands abruptly. "Ugh, I hate you, Radegast!" Her fist shakes indignantly toward the ceiling. "What kinda bureaucratic hell are you turning Haven into?!" She gestures wildly, apparently addressing Radegast himself despite his being nowhere nearby.

"Uh... No need to raise your voice, Miss." Judeet winces slightly. "And please, don't verbally assault our Lord. It doesn't help with the application process."

"I was just..." Efrideet groans and drops back into her seat. "Fine! Is there really no way to speed up the wait?" She leans forward, suddenly trying a different approach. "I can give you Glimmer, or Lumia Leaves... or anything else you want!"

"Sorry, but we can't accept any gifts from visitors." Judeet shakes her head firmly. "Taking or... even offering bribes... would be a severe act of misconduct."

Efrideet freezes. For perhaps the first time since arriving in Haven, she looks genuinely impressed. Apparently, Radegast's bureaucracy has thought of everything.

"But... there is indeed a fast track for Lightbearers." Judeet crosses her arms. "Lightbearers who make 'special contributions' are exempt from waiting."

Efrideet's attention immediately snaps back to the clerk. "And what counts as a 'special contribution'?"

"The kind made with your Relic and weapons, Miss." Judeet gestures toward a nearby bounty board covered with notices, requests, and portraits of dangerous targets. "Any Lightbearers who deal with the 'Most Wanted' targets identified by Lord Radegast will receive this honor. You can find those special bounties on the bounty board."

Efrideet's face immediately brightens. "Oh, thank the Traveler. I'll be back in a jiffy!" She springs out of her chair with renewed enthusiasm, abandoning all traces of the frustration that had consumed her moments earlier.

Efrideet returned to Haven with more than just another successful hunt under her belt. What began as a simple bounty had conveniently become a two-birds-with-one-stone opportunity as Efrideet agreed to help Lord Felwinter restore the station's communications. Defeating the Fallen Captain Siphogos, the Saboteur, was a simple extra when Efrideet and Amie reached the station's central terminal and inserted Felwinter's data chip into the system, connecting Jiangshi Metro's old network to the Iron Lord's updated communication protocols. For Efrideet, it was more than simply fixing an old communications array. It was a small step toward recovering something she considered one of the greatest achievements of the Golden Age: a world where distance no longer meant isolation.

Unfortunately, there was still one much more immediate problem. Her ID. The moment Efrideet arrived back in Haven, she made a beeline for the administrative district. Haven's streets were already busy by the time she returned. The morning bustle had become the familiar rhythm of frontier life: merchants preparing their stalls, Militia members changing shifts, and Guardians stopping at bounty boards before heading back into the wilderness. Efrideet barely acknowledged any of it.

She rushed toward the City Clerk's office, practically cutting through the queue of civilians waiting outside before stopping directly in front of Judeet's desk. "I took care of that 'extra dangerous' bounty." Judeet looks up at her. "Can I register for an ID now?"

"Of course, Miss." Judeet beams. "Thank you for your service!"

"Finally!" Efrideet drops into the nearest chair with a sigh of relief. For perhaps the first time since arriving in Haven, everything appears to be going according to plan.

Judeet begins typing. "Now then, I'll need your Ghost's ID first."

Efrideet stares at her with a completely blank expression. For several seconds, she does not move. The information slowly reaches her. She then abruptly stands, nearly knocking the chair backward as both hands slam onto the desk. "What?"

"Miss—"

"You've got to be kidding!" Efrideet's voice echoes through the administrative office. "What sort of sick torture is this?!"

"Please keep your voice down, Miss. These are our rules." Judeet's expression becomes stern. The friendly clerk from moments ago disappears behind the practiced professionalism of a city official who has dealt with difficult applicants before. "If you haven't registered your Ghost, then you can't register as a Lightbearer."

"Deep breaths, Efrideet." Amie's voice echoes through her neural link, remarkably calm despite the situation. "Deep breaths..."

Efrideet closes her eyes and follows her Ghost's instructions. The tension in her shoulders gradually disappears. "Fine. I'd like to register my Ghost."

"I'm sorry, Miss, but Ghost-related affairs are handled at Window 2." Judeet points toward a large administrative map mounted on the wall. Window 2 is marked on the opposite side of Haven. 135 meters away. Judeet immediately turns her attention toward the waiting line. "Next!"

Efrideet enters the building crudely labeled: WINDOW 2 — GHOST REGISTRATION. She finds herself face-to-face with a Ghost. Its shell is decorated in blue and green triangular plating, giving it a surprisingly industrial appearance. A small identification tag beneath its frame reads: TIN CAN.

Tin Can motions for her to sit. "What can I help you with?"

"Ghost registration." Efrideet replies dryly; the enthusiasm she had displayed earlier has completely disappeared.

"What's your Ghost's name?"

"Amie."

"How long have you been in Haven?"

"We came once before. This is our second trip. We just arrived today."

"Show me your Lightbearer ID."

"...I don't have one."

Tin Can pauses. "What? No ID? Then how can I register your Ghost?" He gestures toward the exit. "Go get an ID at Window 1 first. Next!"

"Wait!" Efrideet plants both hands on the desk. "I just came from Window 1. She told me to register my Ghost first!"

"That's not how things work, don't you get it? If you don't have an ID, I can't help you." Tin Can sighs. "Don't hold up the line. There are others needing to handle business."

Efrideet's eye twitches. "It makes no sense! Aren't you just having people go in circles? Are new Lightbearers just unable to get IDs?"

"Ask somewhere else. I'm really busy, and answering questions isn't my job."

"You-! Talk about terrible service!" Efrideet points toward the Ghost. "Who's your supervisor? I wanna file a complaint!"

"...Okay, okay." Tin Can finally relents. "Go to the special assistance window and apply for a short-term residence permit. It can act as a temporary ID."

Efrideet stares at him. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't ask." Tin Can points toward the opposite side of Haven. 143 meters, over the Bazaar. "Now go, okay? NEXT!"

Efrideet walks out of the building. "I swear, if I get to that window and they demand some other document-"

She passes beneath the Gardens overlooking the approach to the Throne Room, a stark contrast to the crowded market. Carefully maintained greenery grows around stone paths and old statues, giving Haven an almost peaceful atmosphere despite the settlement's frontier location; shaking her fist toward the distant castle. "Radegast... You owe me the greatest feast out there!"

The route toward Special Assistance takes Efrideet through Haven's Bazaar. Efrideet barely notices; her eyes are fixed on the next administrative building.

"This should be the place but..." Amie's voice draws her attention to the entrance. There is no clerk. Only a civilian pedestrian leaning against the wall. "Where's the clerk?"

"It's not closing time yet, is it?"

"No, not even close."

"Maybe they went to the bathroom?"

"Then he must've fallen in." The pedestrian sighs in frustration. "That guy's been gone for almost an hour."

"You're here for admin work too?"

"This must be your first time getting an ID, huh?" The civilian gives Efrideet a sympathetic look. "Just relax and endure it, Miss. You'll get used to it."

Amie suddenly notices something on the ground. "Look, Efrideet!" The Ghost shines a small beam of light toward several faint black marks crossing the pavement resembling the edges of ink-stained shoeprints. "He must not have realized he'd stepped in some spilled ink."

Efrideet stares at the footprints, and her expression changes. "Let's go." She follows the trail immediately. "Even if he did fall into the toilet, I'll fish him out." The last sentence comes out as a low growl.

The footprints lead Efrideet through Haven's increasingly crowded Bazaar until they finally end at the Bad Old Time tavern. Amie can only sigh when Efrideet realizes where the missing clerk has gone. Inside, the usually lively establishment is filled with Guardians, miners, Militia members, and travelers, while the clerk sits at a table playing Shadowshaper with several patrons.

Efrideet confronts him about abandoning his post, only for the clerk to casually tell her to come back tomorrow. After a brief argument, he challenges her to a game instead. With her patience already exhausted, Efrideet accepts. The match eventually ends with her victory, forcing the reluctant clerk to return to his desk. Once there, he finally processes her temporary residence permit. Efrideet fills out the paperwork with characteristic enthusiasm—including "ARTEMIS, WORLD'S GREATEST SNIPER" and "Ghost, MY BEST FRIEND"—before receiving the permit, valid for ten days. She triumphantly rushes back toward the Throne Room, while Amie can only remark on what an exhausting day it has been.

The journey back to the castle is almost comically fast. Efrideet barely slows down through Haven's busier streets. At the entrance to the Throne Room, Thomas remained at his post.

He noticed Efrideet approaching and bowed politely. "We meet again, Miss."

"I've got a temporary residence permit." Efrideet proudly shoves the document into the guard's hands, even while bracing herself for another bureaucratic obstacle. "This'll work as an ID, right?"

"Let me see..." Thomas examines the permit carefully. "Yep, you can enter the throne room."

Efrideet's eyes widen. Victory. She immediately retrieves the document and rushes through the entrance. Thomas watches her disappear inside. Only then does the corner of his mouth curl upward. Perhaps the administrative process had been slightly more complicated than necessary, or perhaps this had been exactly what Radegast intended.

Efrideet does not notice. She runs beneath a magnificent stained-glass window, its colored light spilling across the polished stone floor. The carpet leading toward the throne stretches ahead of her. Efrideet jogs along it. Her pace gradually slows as something feels wrong.

The Throne Room is silent. No guards, no advisers. The great chamber is illuminated by the pale morning light filtering through the stained glass. Banners hang motionless from the high walls, and the enormous throne sits at the far end of the chamber. There is only one occupant: Radegast's Ahamkara. The dragon-like creature is curled comfortably around the armrest, apparently asleep.

Efrideet stops and looks around. "Wait..." For several seconds, she simply stands there, her fingers slowly curling into fists.

Outside the chamber, Haven continues its daily routine. Merchants call to customers, Militia patrols make their rounds. Somewhere in the distance, machinery continues to grind away. None of it prepares the settlement for what comes next. Efrideet inhales. Her chest rises, and her eyes narrow before her voice detonates through the castle. "RA! DE! GAST!"

The scream echoes through the Throne Room and reverberates down the corridors. It shakes dust from the ancient stonework and the stained-glass windows. The banners flutter as the sleeping Ahamkara's eyes snap open. Somewhere deep within Haven, a single boisterous laugh can be heard. The bureaucratic nightmare had successfully driven Efrideet insane.

Reunion Day was just around the corner, and Haven had already begun preparing for the celebration. Banners bearing the sigils of the Traveler and the Iron Lords hung between buildings, market stalls were being decorated, and preparations for the communal dinners were already underway. Even the usually austere fortress seemed to carry an unusual warmth, with residents preparing decorations for the following day's festivities.

Lady Perun had already made it clear that Efrideet would have a place waiting for her at dinner should she decide to join them. The prospect of spending the evening with the other Iron Lords was tempting, but Efrideet's mood had been steadily deteriorating ever since she had arrived in Haven. Radegast's bureaucratic "prank" hadn't even begun to be funny; neither had the Iron Lord's continued refusal to simply sit down and socialize with the others.

Amie, after listening to Efrideet complain about it for long enough, had eventually suggested a solution. If Radegast refused to listen to reason, perhaps he needed a more memorable reminder that Haven was supposed to be a home, not a collection of administrative offices. And so Efrideet had made it her mission to give him a piece of their minds.

Her first step had been finding the perfect supplies. The vendor was tucked away in one of Haven's less reputable corners of the Bazaar, surrounded by crates of salvaged goods and miscellaneous Golden Age technology. A familiar man known simply as Wu Ming, a name that Efrideet accepted with suspicion. The man's reputation for selling questionable merchandise had apparently done little to discourage business, and among his assortment of oddities she found exactly what she needed: bright paints designed to cling stubbornly to whatever surface they touched.

They were perfect. The wall surrounding Radegast's gardens was even more perfect. Efrideet crouches behind a low section of stonework, peeking over the edge toward the garden wall. The grounds beyond are immaculate, filled with carefully maintained greenery, stone paths, and decorative structures surrounding the central fortress. The circular marking at the center of the wall provides an almost irresistible target. At her feet sits a bucket filled with paintballs.

Efrideet picks one up, weighing it in her hand before pulling her arm back and throwing it. The paintball sails through the air and strikes the circular marking dead center.

"Bullseye!" Amie's voice rings through their private link, full of unrestrained enthusiasm.

Efrideet grins. She reaches into the bucket for another paintball. Her hand barely closes around it before a gentle young voice reaches her from behind. "Lady Efrideet?"

Efrideet freezes. The paintball remains suspended in her hand. Slowly, she turns her head toward the source of the voice. "Shoot, we've been spotted!" She immediately rushes toward the voice, trying to look considerably less guilty than she actually is.

She stops a few steps away and sheepishly rubs the back of her head, while Amie's light flickers with what can only be described as amusement. "Uh, I can explain..." Then Efrideet's expression changes. Recognition spreads across her face. "You—wait, aren't you..."

The person standing before her is no guard, Militia officer, or ordinary Lightbearer. She is a child. And despite the elaborate Speaker's mask covering most of her face, Efrideet recognizes her. "Lady Efrideet, it's really you!" The Speaker waves at her with enormous enthusiasm.

"...Asteri?! I didn't even recognize you with that mask on!" Efrideet's eyes widen. For a moment, the mischievous Iron Lord completely forgets about the paint bucket behind her.

Two years ago, Asteri had been a child Efrideet helped bring to Haven. Since then, the girl had grown into a figure whose title carried considerably more weight than her age should have allowed. The Speaker. And yet, underneath the mask, Efrideet can still see the same child she remembers. "Sometimes, I hear people talking about the Speaker, but it's always hard to connect that title with you."

"Yeah." The girl's enthusiasm softens. "It's been a while since someone called me 'Asteri'."

"How's life been lately?" Efrideet's expression becomes gentler. "Have you settled in okay?"

"The people here are really kind to me, and Haven is a...really nice city." Asteri turns slightly, looking toward the settlement beyond the gardens. From their position, Haven stretches beneath the fortress walls: stone buildings and wooden structures clustered around winding streets, banners fluttering overhead, and residents preparing for Reunion Day. The city has grown considerably since Efrideet first brought Asteri here. "Lord Radegast has also taken care of all my living arrengements."

Efrideet looks toward the surrounding walls as her expression becomes thoughtful. "But it's a shame the Santorini caldera can't be seen from here..." She steps closer to the child, lowering herself slightly so that they are closer to eye level.

"Yeah..." There is a brief silence. Efrideet glances at the Speaker's mask. "So what's life like as the Speaker?"

"Actually, I don't really know. I put on this mask, and it's supposed to help me hear the Traveler, but..." Asteri's shoulders rise in a small shrug. "I don't. Not really. I just stand here and listen to my Ghosts, to people's troubles. If they need someone to console them, I just tell them, 'The Traveler will protect you'."

Efrideet's smile slowly disappears. The answer is delivered so casually that it takes a moment for the implications to settle in. This child spends her days sitting behind a mask, listening to people bring her their fears, grief, and worries; and then she is expected to send them away with reassurance. "And it's like that every day?"

"Uh-huh..."

Efrideet looks toward the castle. The walls that had seemed imposing only moments ago suddenly appear considerably less impressive. Her attention returns to Asteri. "What about Reunion Day? Do you need to stay here tomorrow too?"

"Reunion Day is a really important day for everyone, so they hope to receive the Traveler's blessings."

Efrideet stares at her through the mask. The silence that follows is considerably longer this time. Amie does not interrupt. She shifts her attention to the preparations taking place throughout Haven. Her expression settles into quiet determination. "I can't hear any more of this. Asteri, you should take the mask off, go outside and play, like other kids your age."

"But... but I can't. The Speaker needs to—"

"If we Iron Lords can take a break, why can't you?" Efrideet gestures toward the festivities being prepared around them. "Even the Speaker needs a day off. Besides, I'll bring you back on time. Nobody will realize you're gone."

Asteri stares at her. For perhaps the first time since Efrideet approached her, the child looks genuinely tempted. "Is that so?" Slowly, Asteri reaches up and removes the Speaker's mask. The transformation is almost immediate. Without the ornate mask, the imposing figure of the Speaker disappears.

There is no title or ceremony or expectation. Just Asteri.

She carefully folds the mask and slips it into her pocket, then looks around Haven with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "They... they really won't recognize me?"

"There are kids running all over Haven, You'll blend right in!" Efrideet grins. She gestures toward the streets beyond the gardens, where children are already running between the decorations and chasing one another through the crowded marketplace. "And if someone asks you who you are, just... tell them you're my little sister."

Asteri's eyes widen. For the first time that morning, a genuine smile spreads across her face.

Behind them, the abandoned bucket of paintballs remains beside the garden wall. Perhaps Radegast's garden could wait. Reunion Day had just acquired a considerably more interesting itinerary.

After winning the "Go, Ghost, Go!" competition, Asteri's excitement was briefly dampened by the thought of a Ghost being relentlessly chased by Fallen. Efrideet managed to lift her spirits by suggesting that perhaps the Ghost was simply searching for its chosen Guardian. The two continued their Reunion Day outing through Haven, eventually settling a quarrel between two patrons before encountering Wu Ming again. Their attempt to keep Asteri's identity hidden, however, quickly became leverage for the mysterious merchant, forcing Efrideet to admit that, strange as he was, Wu Ming was not necessarily a bad person.

Their next stop was Pandora-7's stall. The brightly colored Exo greeted them with an enthusiastic wave, immediately turning her attention toward Asteri and asking what she wished for. According to the tradition she presented, a good child could ask the Traveler for anything—a question, a book, even a sword—and the Traveler would grant their wish. Asteri, however, reacted with anything but excitement. Behind her silence was a painful truth: she knew the Traveler did not simply hand out presents, and she had already begun questioning the comforting words she repeated to Haven's visitors. The Traveler had not protected her parents, yet she was expected to tell others that it would protect them. To Asteri, those words increasingly felt like lies.

With Efrideet's encouragement, Asteri eventually filled out Pandora-7's ridiculous "Magic Wish Request Form" and wrote down a wish for the Traveler. Later, after Efrideet helped her join a group of children playing near the Gardens, and somehow become a member of their self-proclaimed Supreme Council, she learned what Asteri had wished for. Determined to fulfill it, Efrideet sought the aid of the Nine. What followed was an ordeal involving Xûr, a forced display of her gunslinging skills, painful reminders of Rita-4's taunts, and visions of Asteri's parents' deaths. All of it, Efrideet endured for the sake of obtaining a single toy: Miss Cloud.

After everything that happened, Efrideet took Asteri to a small ramen shop as a reward for her victory in Go, Ghost, Go! The restaurant was warm and crowded, its modest interior filled with the comforting aroma of broth, spices, and freshly cooked noodles. For the first time that day, there was no mission, no bureaucracy, no Iron Lord business, and no expectations placed upon Asteri. They could simply sit together and enjoy the evening.

"I've gotta admit, this is the best ramen I've ever had." Efrideet speaks around a mouthful of noodles, apparently unconcerned with maintaining even the slightest bit of dignity as she enthusiastically digs into her bowl.

"Then you should come to Haven more often..." Asteri replies softly, her voice almost lost beneath the quiet clatter of bowls and conversation. "When you have the time."

"I haven't even left yet, and you're already missing me?"

Asteri lowers her chopsticks slightly. The smile she had been wearing fades into something more thoughtful. "I know you won't stay here long. Radegast said you're different from the other Iron Lords." She looks down at her food, gently stirring the noodles. "You've gotta patrol all their territories, so you're super busy... You can't come to Haven often."

Efrideet's expression slowly changes. The playful smile disappears, replaced by a quiet realization. She sets her chopsticks down and looks at Asteri without interrupting.

"Pandora said kids have the right to say what they want." Asteri gathers enough courage to look up at her. "I know it's kind of selfish of me, but I hope... I hope you can come back to see me often... If it's not too much trouble."

"How could that possibly be trouble, Asteri? Actually, I should be apologizing to you." Efrideet's voice becomes noticeably softer. "I'm sorry. All that stuff about Iron Lord duties? Those were just a grown-up's excuses. I... I've just been avoiding this matter." For once, Efrideet has no clever joke ready. Her shoulders sink, and she looks down at the table, her fingers slowly tightening around the edge of the bowl.

She exhales heavily, the weight of an old regret finally catching up with her. "I'm the one who brought you to Haven, but I left you all alone in an unfamiliar place."

"It's fine..."

"Last time I left, I was so angry. I swore I'd get revenge for what Rita-4 did..." Her gaze drops, and a bitter, remorseful smile briefly crosses her face. "But I couldn't even do that... Maybe that's why I was never willing to return."

"It's fine..."

Efrideet remains silent for several seconds. The cheerful Lightbearer who had spent the entire day turning bureaucracy into a personal comedy has disappeared. In her place is someone struggling to admit something she has avoided for far too long. "I didn't have the courage to face you, Asteri. I didn't know if you'd forgive me. If I hadn't needed to bring 'The Speaker' back to Haven..." *Her voice falters. "Maybe you'd still be in your village, living life as a normal kid should, and your parents would still be—"

"It's okay, Efrideet." Asteri interrupts gently. She reaches across the table, her expression calm despite the painful subject. "I never blamed you. But if you still think you did something wrong, then... I forgive you."

Efrideet looks at her, as though she had prepared herself for every possible response except that one. Her expression softens, and a faint smile finally returns. "So... do you still want me to come back and visit you more often?"

"Yes. Actually, I... I've always looked up to you like a big sister. You're brave, and free..." Asteri's smile grows warmer. "There's nothing you can't do. When I'm with you, I'm always super happy. Today's the happiest I've been since coming to Haven. So... thank you, Efrideet."

"No—thank you, Asteri. Here I thought this Reunion Day would be a total bust, but you changed all of that." Efrideet smiles broadly, the warmth returning to her expression as she reaches beneath the table and retrieves the small doll she had carried with her. She carefully places it between them.

The wood is slightly worn from everything that happened during her encounter with the Nine, but the gift itself remains intact. Efrideet looks almost unbearably pleased with herself. "...You found Miss Cloud? But she'd—"

"Good kids get presents, right? You're a good kid, Asteri, so naturally your wish would come true." Efrideet pushes the gift toward her, her grin widening. "Happy Reunion Day."

Asteri stares at the present for a moment. Then, very carefully, she reaches out and takes it. "Happy Reunion Day."

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