A Faction Forms

Joric’s whispers did not fall on deaf ears. A faction, small but growing, began to coalesce around him. They were the ones who felt adrift in the ‘Unspoken Symphony,’ who craved the certainty and direction that Joric’s vision of a ‘designed future’ promised. They met in secret, their conversations a counterpoint to the Symphony’s open, chaotic harmony. They were not yet an open opposition, but a shadow movement, a current of dissent running beneath the surface of the Exile community.