Well, surprise of surprises. The map is found, and intact, too. Vellum truly is an incredibly durable thing to write on.
So, The White-Luck Warrior ends on a strangely upbeat note. Sure, the Father of Dragons is loosed on the world, Mimara and Achamian are the only sane members of their party left, and Sranc war horns sound in the distance, but everything feels like it's going to work out. Mimara's statement that she's tired of Sauglish sounds as casual and seminal as someone sitting down to a big meal with a reconciled family saying "let's eat."
Yet, she's still been raped - something perhaps shielded from us and from her because of her having been a whore and her whispering forgiveness to her rapist from her judging eye. And Cleric has been killed, struck down in a fit of Erratic madness.
Perhaps, as with so many fantasy stories, the discovery of new equipment in the Coffers has been enough to buoy their spirits. The creation of more Qirri's sure to help, and the introduction of Sarl as a kind of Gollum makes this a curious trio to traipse through this book's Mordor, since they'll no doubt have to pass through Golgotterath on their way to Ishual.
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