Journal of Hadriax el Fex
Alessandros has been in a state ever since the
Elt rebuffed his overtures. I have never seen him so angry. They
wish to have no part of us or the Empire, and have, in fact, told
us to leave these shores and never return again. They will be
dismayed to learn that additional ships bearing imperial troops and
supplies are en route.
Still, as stubborn and high-minded as these Elt
have proven to be, they are entrancingly beautiful, and gifted in
the art. In fact, their land fairly reeks of etherea, which we
detected though they did not permit us far beyond their
border.
It is as though meeting them has awakened
something in Alessandros that he cannot shake off—a longing. They
are all he speaks of. He has commanded our patrols to capture any
Elt they encounter.