[Did it go well... how very subjective a question. She struggles to even answer well, taking a moment. Back then...]

In the end, the sun was restored to the people, and the sorcerer and king responsible for part of the strife had been killed... I tried to prove to the goblins and humans that they had little reason to begrudge each other's entire race, there was evidence in their blood of interbreeding...

[Even to her, who had lived it, it feels like some bedtime story or fairy tale. How naive she had been then, how hopeful and innocent.]

But then we left, and I do not know what became of Chantes.