Yriel's home was simple, but thankfully spacious enough to seat Osuwiss and her entire party. Their long lives made many Aeldari masters of numerous arts, and Yriel happily prepared a lavish table of food for them. He did this not for Osuwiss, but out of respect for Master Parker Pan.
An elderly master proficient in several Paths commanded great respect on any Craftworld.
After everyone had finished eating, Yriel also prepared delicious pastries and drinks for Osuwiss and her companions. As a member of the Craftworld's leadership, he was allocated plentiful resources.
"As I said earlier, Prophet Osuwiss, what can I do to help you fulfill your Prophecy of Destiny?" Yriel sat before Osuwiss and asked earnestly.
Osuwiss felt a little intimidated. Yriel had an imposing presence when he grew serious, and only an encouraging look from Parker Pan gave her the courage to explain what had happened. It had begun with a dream of tall-no, enormous-Orks fighting endless enemies. Later, she had sensed that these Orks were intimately bound to the fate of the Aeldari.
With Parker Pan's help, she had boarded an Aeldari cruiser and begun her journey to seek out the Prophecy of Destiny.
"For over a year, we've traveled all over the galaxy through the Webway, searching for clues. We've seen many Ork tribes, but there are too many of them. They're everywhere. I simply can't tell where the change will begin." Osuwiss frowned in distress.
"So we came to Octarius, where there are more Orks than anywhere else in the galaxy. They've also been fighting the Tyranids recently, so I decided to try my luck here. But as soon as we entered the sector, my premonition grew stronger and stronger. The threads of fate I sensed were so tangled that they involved every race."
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