(Continued from above because I tend to get very wordy, apparently.) As the group began walking away, Kadi called out to Faerin. “Pardon me, but are you Warlock Faerin Aliquam?” “M-Me?” Faerin stuttered in reply; it had been a while since she heard her full name spoken, “Y-Yes, why?” “Message for you, Warlock,” said the Frame as she handed a small parcel to Faerin, who stared at it curiously. Rejoining the group after Aero had delivered Ikora’s package, Faerin opened the note. Her Ghost hovered over her shoulder, reading with her. “What’s this, Fae? Love letter?” Aero joked, nudging the Warlock gently. Faerin didn’t speak. She stared blankly at the paper in front of her. “It’s coordinates,” her Ghost said, after a long silence, “The coordinates of her site of resurrection.”