It has been three months since you and your wife finally escaped that astral prison. In the material world centuries have passed and the world is in quite a state, but you've been admittedly slow to realize this, as you've both been extremely busy having sex. Nothing unusual about that - just making up for lost time.

And when not making love to your wife, you were engaging in violence. Sometimes to earn the money to pay for the fine food and drinks you were also enjoting, and to replace the fine beds you were ruining, and sometimes to punish men who dared covet your wife because of her radiant beauty. But also because societal norms have taken a massive backslide since that demon war you keep seeing monuments to. Apparently these days people will look at two elven women traveling together and consider them "easy prey".

Nevertheless, excess repetition can make even the most exciting of acts grow tired and dull. With your mutual passions on the wane, you rolled out of bed one morning, slapped your wife's glorious ass, and let her know that it's time to start making your mark on the world again. And she turned toward you with a lazy smile and let you know that she was able to sense the presence of something you assumed lost to time's passage - your wedding gift to her.

And so, following the thread of her magic, you journeyed north, to a corrupted, barren land that hosted the last and most powerful of the demon cults that have sprung up during and after the war. A cult that was finally facing its demise as a coalition of five kingdoms, three religious orders, and at least one dragon was marching upon its great fortress city hidden deep in a barren mountain range.

But armies are slow, cumbersome things and so you caught up quickly. You watched it march. Remarked upon the myriad strands of Fate circling above it - a telltale sign of a divine game reaching its conclusion. Promising valor and tragedy in equal measure. And the birth of a new Hero - or so your wife claims after studying the strands for a time. Which you don't doubt, as she is far more knowledgeable in those things than you.

But the contempt you feel toward the divinities that make mortals their playthings aside, it is of no concern, for even before your imprisonment, you've both reached Second Enlightenment and both chose to sever yourselves from Fate. So the plan is simple: you will retrieve your wife's property from the fortress and leave. So all that's left is to decide on how you will enter:

>You would join the army right before the assault, disguised as one of the many mercenaries that tagged along. The disguises you devised are impeccable!
>With the demon worshippers distracted by the assault, you'd slip in through the secret passage over on the other side of the mountain. Because what cultist fortress wouldn't have one?
>Why overcomplicate things? You'd show up at the fortress a week before the army arrived, walk up and kick in the gate. They'd never expect that.