Sara smiled, bittersweet memories writ on her face as well as gratitude towards Rose. "Please do not needlessly endanger yourselves..."<br/><br/>Haledan added, "...nor Sara by letting the villain escape..." but he raised an open hand, realizing he might've sounded brusque.<br/><br/>Sara continued "...by such a gesture; but yes, if you safely can, 'twould make me feel better."<br/><br/>Aria nodded. "So far we've almost made a sport of subduing and safely speaking to his accomplices. I think that if it comes down to it, we can arrange such as 'conversation' as readily as we could defeat him any other way - which I'm quite confident about too!"<br/><br/>Haledan handed her some of the papers; specifically the atlas and the artistic pages that were apparently used for focusing on one's desired destination when teleporting. Aria tapped a finger on it and the bejeweled sextant; she'd explained to Haledan how its magical workings had been appraised for them. They were apparently more precise than the plane-shift spell Haledan had known and offered.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the cleric had also made and explained some own notes of his stuck in the atlas pertaining to his other earlier offer: how, once in Arvandor, they would be able to make their way to the Evergold pool and its portal back to Brightwater, as a backup route if return. He'd apparently also sent and gotten word from Sune's clergy for Aria and Rose to have permission for just passage.<br/><br/>Arvandor was a goodly but wild place, not by any means latticed with regular roads, and its elven denizens were good-hearted but sometimes insular, or so the conventional wisdom went. Part of the very purpose of the atlas was to at least provide enough written information to navigate overland by geographic features, particularly those like Rose adept at such things. Fortunately Evergold by its nature, as both holy place and juncture of passage, was a point of interest within that plane, with routes to it from many directions described in the text of the atlas. Of course, that was all a backup; the gating magic of the sextant was hard to better for expedient and pinpoint convenience.<br/><br/>Aria had also found herself intrigued by Haledan's explanation of some of their enemies' other endeavors - and she reflected on how, in a way, those scoundrels were adventurers like themselves, but with regrettably and diametrically different mores. She asked Rose, laying an affectionate hand on the small of the shifter's strong back, "Were you still inclined to seek down Astos, and ready if so, or did you wish to explore elsewhere, or first finish any business about Tymora's realm?"