Brightwater investing (Moore, 89 days left)

[Nephrite]

It would be rude to turn down the offer considering where he is, wouldn't it? She's probably watching, anyway.

He smiles and goes along for the time being.

[Anastasia]

She takes you right to a blank wall. Nothing's here - yet she flies on through it and drags you in before you can react. "Oooh, food," The moment you're through she lets go and goes back out.

Ahead is a great panther, dark as the night and taller than Hanna while on all fours. It paces to you and then sits, "Hello, kitten. Times are moving ahead abruptly."

[Nephrite]

Is it reasonable to know this is probably Sharess or an agent of hers?

[Anastasia]

K:R. Obligatory.

[Nephrite]

I guess I should've just provided that. Take 10 for 80.

[Anastasia]

It is likely Sharess or a spokeman for her, perhaps a proxy. Someone powerful at the least. Ah, you recall now. Risdell, a proxy of Sharess, a behemoth panther who serves Sharess well. A powerful favored soul, she uses a much smaller form to see to business in Brightwater. Her official position is Proxy Without Portfolio, which boils down to doing whatever needs to be done. Helping out another proxy, seeing to business that no one else can get or otherwise attending to Sharess.

[Nephrite]

"Lady Risdell, if I do not miss my guess." Moore offers a bow. "I am honored to make your acquaintance. I presume you are..." He looks to look for the correct word. "Aware of the situation we have most recently stumbled upon, then?"

[Anastasia]

Lady Risdell eyes you with amusement, "Agreement, I am," she says. "It is unfortunate that as of now, Lady Ithea is not available. Sharess will send considerations as an apology and to aid you in the coming battles."

The cat's gaze is unrelenting, taking you in like a predator stalking a mouse. There's a pause as someone walks past you, a serving girl with a huge platter full of raw meat. She puts it down without a word. Risdell starts eating right away, giving yo ua moment to look at the room. It's nice - plush, decorated and comfortable. You could just drown in those seat cushions.

[Nephrite]

It'd be rude not to, but he wasn't really offered a seat...

Ah well, proper decorum states you should take what is offered, right? So he will move over to sit and wait politely for her to finish. He can at least make friendly conversation.

"We, as always, appreciate Lady Sharess and her generosity." Moore says with a smile.

[Anastasia]

The panther looks up from her meal, "I speak for Lliira as well. You have business with her?" Then back to her food, devouring it in huge gulps.

[Nephrite]

"She had requested something of me after we had made an agreement." Moore explains. "For a variety of reasons, that agreement suffered some... setbacks. I was here to show Her in good faith that I had made good on Her request regardless."

How She chooses to reciprocate, if at all, is up to Her.

[Anastasia]

So we're both fresh on it, paste me the details of the agreement?

[Nephrite]

It took me a bit to find it, Here you go.

I think the "assistance" was giving him Cloud Dancer's Mask, and probably going to be something to help them fight The Father when The Time Came but can only guess at that part.

[Anastasia]

"She commands you to spread joy and celebrations," The panther says, her meal already gone. "You will also pet my head while we talk."

[Nephrite]

"...What, just... in general? Here?" Moore asks as he can't help but smile as he flies over and pets Risdell's head. That second part can't really be one of their requests though.. but he'll go along with it anyway.

But even so, he really did fulfill his part of this, but now he's being asked to do more? Ah well...