Gossiping (Afina)

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "This may be a boon for us anyway. If Gold trusts celestials as much as he says, that in conjunction with our diplomacy may resolve Afina's issue as well." He smiles at that. "I think fortune is indeed with us."

We'll wait!

[Anastasia]

It takes a little time, but Morniel soon arrives. "Our work is never done," he says, "What is the current situation?" He nods to Afina then joins Moore and Arrel.

[Nephrite]

"This is an extension of the gentleman from Mineral." Moore explains. "Gold asked that we bring someone to verify that our stories were true and asked for a celestial. We haven't spoken much to him yet, but he seems happy we're not here to steal anything or try to hurt him. He's also heard of Aurora in some capacity."

[Anastasia]

"Then let's go," He glances at Afina, "We'll need to handle that spot of diplomacy, preferably before he sees her and then when he does anew."

[Nephrite]

"We were planning on doing that before he met her." Moore nods. "Yes, let us go then." Moore will fly back in and stop where they stopped earlier.

[Anastasia]

The three now fly in, the mists surrounding you once more. To them Morniel calls, "I am Morniel of the Throne and of Aurora, servant of Mount Celestia."

To that the voice says, "One of the throne, here?" he says, "Marvelous and unbelievable to call on one so swiftly."

[Nephrite]

"I think it would be a true statement to say that Aurora has ties with many forces of good across Creation." Moore says with a smile. "Where else could you find a pixie following Erathaol, for example? We're quite a unique cast of characters."

He clears his throat after this. "Sir Goldanariux, I hope this allows you to not be fearful we come under the guise of deception."

[Ebiris]

Since he's heard of them and professed approval towards their cause Afina feels she may as well make an appearance and so flutters into the cave alongside Morniel's at this point.

"I am Afina Devilsbane, general of Aurora and master craftsfairy," she introduces herself. "Your own skills are highly spoken of in that field, Goldenariux."

[Anastasia]

"I see," The voice says, ponderously. "Celestial, are these people who they claim to be and are they of good intentions?"

Morniel simply says, "Yes." The word is resonant, carrying into the fog.

Ahead of you, the fog begins to part, forming a clearer hallway through the shimmering mists. "Then come forward."

[Nephrite]

Moore flies forward with the others!

[Ebiris]

Maybe he can't see the brand through remote viewing? Either that or he's a remarkably even-tempered dragon! Either way, Afina flutters onwards at the invitation given.

[Anastasia]

The four follow the hallway - and it soon opens up into a larger cave. All is gold here, the walls and caverns nothing but. Sitting here is a dragon, front legs crossed as he sits. Its gaze is on you as you approach, "Welcom-" he begins, then hisses. Rather like an angry cat, but much deeper. "Betrayer! Murderer!" he bellows, the entire cavern resonating with his fury.

[Ebiris]

Knew it! "Talk fast," she suggests to their diplomatic types. If things turn violent she'll just run, no need to kill the poor dragon over a conditioned response.

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but jump at that. "Allow us to explain the circumstances, sir. We didn't come here just to offend and upset you."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, good sir," Morniel declares, "Afina suffers under a curse, you must understand this is not her doing nor is it her intent. Please, I ask of you to merely listen to us."

Go ahead Moore if you're going to try and talk your way out of this.