In Foundation, we step into a rare moment of calm for the surviving Larian colonists as Tarian and Keldon share wine, banter, and uneasy questions beneath timber-scented beams. A banquet meant to cement peace instead stirs old questions. What begins as light teasing over strong elven wine slowly sharpens into suspicion, and hints at buried truths waiting to surface.
Despite surviving the siege, the colonists, elves, and dwarves seek a fragile release from their dread. This chapter of Colonization follows Tarian as he works to solidify new alliances, even as unsettling discoveries simmer just out of sight.
For those who’ve followed the siege and the fight, this is that rare breath between storms — where diplomacy and doubt share the same table.
This scene flows perfectly with “Moments of Rest,” a reflective blues piece that lingers like a deep breath after battle. Its soulful cadence underscores Tarian’s balancing act between duty and unease, tinting every exchange with a quiet, fragile tension.
As I wrote this banquet, I circled back to the planet’s deeper mysteries, the monsters’ DNA, the missing colonists, and the uneasy ties between these three races. Even in a scene of wine and laughter, those shadows creep in, planting seeds for what’s to come.
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“I can’t believe we’re holding another banquet already,” Tarian said, studying the makeshift hall that still reeked of freshly hewn timber. He rubbed his forehead as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
Keldon swallowed, glanced over, and smirked. “You look annoyed, my friend.”
Tarian’s gaze scanned the chamber. “This is the second banquet, and we’re still no closer to securing an alliance.”
“Has it only been two?” Keldon asked as he stabbed a chunk of meat with his fork.
Tarian’s fingers began drumming next to his empty plate. He examined the tables and benches before lifting his glass, eyeing the pale amber liquid. He took a sip, managing not to cough from the strength of the wine. “Yes, Kel. Two banquets with the elves and dwarves, plus the one after the siege. And each has pulled another thread we can’t quite identify.”
Laughing, Keldon clapped his friend’s back and lifted his goblet. He winked, took a swig, and sighed. He set the cup down and leaned over, lowering his voice. “If you’re serious about this alliance of yours, Tarian, you’ll have to get used to drinking this wine.”
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