Ahead lies...?

[Nephrite]

"Grias, you always assume the worst from me." Moore says with a smile. "Whatever this creature is wasn't created through a biological fashion, and, I assure you, I did not have any romantic altercations with any of those parties."

He blinks and looks at Cresiel. "When we were there, he did mention I existed there too, only as one who supported devils. I think we should plan to make a trip back after we fully investigate and resolve that tower to find 'the Moore who isn't Moore.'"

A huff. "Anyway... we need to go to Dweomerheart."

[Anastasia]

As Grias flushes and sputters?

Any prep for this trip I need to know about?

[Nephrite]

Nope. They'll tag the Stone though.

Moore is going to go to the embassy they have and more or less ask for an audience through proper channels but insist that it's a bit of an emergency.

[Anastasia]

When you arrive, you find a message awaits you already.

[Nephrite]

Moore will read it!

[Anastasia]

The message reads simply, "Do as you will in this matter."

[Nephrite]

He nods. "All right."

While he isn't entirely happy that it seems like their conversation was viewed in some capacity, it was perhaps someone else who passed the information along.

But... how do they find it? Hmm...

He simply holds the letter and looks up. "Would you please put us in close proximity to it?" He asks aloud, assuming Mystra will hear him and either do so or... simply won't!

[Anastasia]

Diplo check waived since you can't fail it.

"If not for our sakes," Cresiel says aloud, "Then the sake of the being that came from all of us. Please."

To your request, a swirling purple and silver portal forms before you.

I have not forgotten what you did for Lifasa.

[Nephrite]

"Thank you, Lady Mystra." Moore says. "I wish to speak to you if the Deep Stacks later, when it is convenient for you."

With that, he goes through!

[Anastasia]

The Silver Sea is silent, still, unmoving.

Ahead of you stands somewhere that this is not true. Ahead the Silver Sea twists, curls and twines around itself. It's like looking into a kaleidoscope, refractions repeating as reality twists and turns ahead.

"It wouldn't be that easy, would it? Of course he'd have gone right to something like this," Kaja says, "What in the name of Bahamut's teeth is it?"

[Nephrite]

"I don't think there exists yet an explanation." Moore says as he starts towards it. "I wonder if it's simply trying to do its own way of finding information?"

[Anastasia]

"Careful," Cresiel warns as he leads the way.

As you try to fly in, you can feel a resistance, like you're trying to move against thick slime, or perhaps heavy water.

[Nephrite]

"Hello?" Moore calls out. "If you can hear me, this is... ah, you probably know me already anyway. I would like to speak to you. May I?"

[Anastasia]

There is no reply.

[Nephrite]

"We're going to have to push through." Moore says. "If it gets hostile then we immediately stop."