"Do you want us to contact Prince Telcar?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"Then I guess we do that and he gets us a plane shift and some replacement scrolls and - leave whenever."

"All right. Thank you for helping."

"Of course."

"Means a lot. To me and my people."

She'll head back to the inn, then, and find Draconis.

He frowns at her when she gets back.

"How'd it go?"

"Had the time of my life for three days. Then we fell into a den of incredibly powerful monsters - might as well have dropped us in the middle of a darkspawn horde in the deep roads with no supplies. Dropped us on a dozen archdemons, say. All of us gonna die, absolutely no shot at survival. Teleport spell failed and we had some kind of magic wall up for a minute and a half, tops."

"And yet you live."

"Nothing to do with me. Hagan told us that he was a prince and we should contact the pharaoh for a rescue. A minute later the place was swarming with mages. Teleported us to the palace and - I spent the next hour or so in objectively extreme comfort. Apparently they prostrate themselves before their royalty, here. 

"I have never wanted to die so much in my entire life."

"You met the pharaoh?"

"For values of met that include being questionably conscious at the time, over all the internal screaming, yeah."

He looks confused, for a second, and then - "He had a fancy hat."

"The fanciest."

"Well, you didn't shit yourself when you were staring down all of those demons, right?"

"Not literally."

"I think you're still ahead of me, then."

She sighs and flops on one of the beds. "I salute your valiant attempts at keeping up my morale. - I don't even know why it sucked so much, I barely cared about meeting Behlen. Or Caridan. Kind of made an idiot of myself in front of Cailan, but - Cailan was Fereldan. You know. Properly."

"Yeah."

"Anyway. Uh. Plan change. We're gonna contact Prince Telcar and he's going to get us a plane shift, and he and Fazil and Mahdi are all going to help us go home soon, and - we're gonna try to win this war. So that's cool, I guess."

"Huh. You know the number of secret princes you've picked up is getting kind of improbable."

"Well. Maybe the Maker had a hand in it."

He rolls his eyes but doesn't protest.

Sigh.

In the morning they head back down to eat breakfast and see if Fazil and Mahdi are around.

They are! They are telling their story. It's a very impressive story. They have a crowd.