"If the dreams persist as you say they have, then your future has certainly been diverted—but this may not be the work of Vhyrian. Tell me, Lucas Evtan—where do your visions take you?"
You relate the stony barrens of your dream, and the valley of sails that lies beyond them. Belairon nods with recognition. "You have described Cabria, the Nomad City—that is where your destiny is leading you."
As an admiral of the Third Fleet, you have only ever heard vague talk about the nomads, but you have certainly heard romantic tales of their city: how it moves with the seasons, carried on the backs of horses, tracing a path across the Broken Hills. You never expected it would be as splendid as the settlement you saw in your dream.
"If your fate has been cast to that place," Belairon explains, "then it must be its patron goddess, Cabryx, who has hold of your future. A force to be reckoned with, is she. A huntress, a tamer of horses, and a deity besides. If you follow where she leads, your path will surely lead to glory!"