When the academy officials asked for their magical items, Fenna looked at her spear. She shrugged and handed it over. "The size matches what I need it for," she told them. It'd be great if they could figure out more about the weapon, she used it instinctively and had no idea how it worked herself. If they would refuse to give it back, well, she'd find a way to get it back, or use another weapon. It was a useful tool and she could do without it for a while.

They could finally go to the guild hall. Fenna waited patiently for the contract to be processed and she accepted her part of the reward. Then the moment came she had waited for: the comm message that would explain it all. The comm message they had risked a gold contract for and had battled hard for. When the screen showed the text, her eyes moved over it, taking in every word. 

The world felt like it had stopped. She stared at the screen, her thoughts racing through her mind. Disbelief. Doubt. The painful longing to go back home. She pressed her lips together and breathed in through her nose to keep herself from crying. True words had been written; they had been kidnapped and dragged into this fight... what were they even fighting for? But Zigmund had attacked them as well and wasn't he affiliated with the Witch Queen. 

A pat and rub on her shoulder broke her thoughts and she glanced to Zell before turning her attention back to the message to read it again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I need a moment." She turned and left the room, then left the guildhouse. Alone she did what she hadn't want to do in front of the others and cried. Sil, sensing her grief, joined her immediately and held on to her shoulder and upper arm with her talons so she could put her head against Fenna's head in an attempt to comfort her.

After a few moments she took in a shaky breath and wiped the tears away. This wasn't going to solve anything. That's when she heard Zell's voice. Had he followed her? She turned to look at him. "I do fancy a beer," she said in a soft voice and joined him at the bar, sitting next to him. She held the pint with two hands.

When Zell spoke, she looked at him and tried to smile, but she wasn't sure how successful she was. "Thanks." She put a hand on Zell's arm. "Thank you." It seemed like Zell didn't doubt they'd find a way home. A way had presented itself, but who could they trust? She smiled at Zell's final comment. "What a day indeed," she sighed and drank from the beer.