Glorious Home

[Anastasia]

"A celestial's wings are decoration and a symbol," Xandra remarks, giving you a look. "The ability to fly comes beyond them."

[Nephrite]

Moore huffs. "Well I'm sorry I didn't graduate enough when I got out of the lost realm." Moore says with a small smile.

[Anastasia]

Going to do anything except wait?

[Nephrite]

Nah, he's not into mischief right now.

[Anastasia]

About an hour passes - boring but uneventful. When the marid comes back in, "Terrible news for you - Jetina is no longer here. She was exiled by order of the Padisha herself."

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks as he pulls himself back up. "Goodness... do you know under what circumstances and where she was exiled to?"

[Anastasia]

"I am not," The marid says, "Though I do know that the Padisha chose to have her exiled to Fire."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Very well then. In any case, I would be happy to return for an official diplomatic visit at a later time, if someone from this court wishes to reach out to me they are welcome to do so -- my current base of operations is Lunia."

[Anastasia]

A nod and from there...

Next move?

[Nephrite]

Take 10 on K:H and K:L (Citadel of Ten Thousand Pearls) for 72 for a specific location on Fire where people usually get exiled to by the Padisha, if available. Take 10 on K:P for 89 for anything relevant to that location.

[Anastasia]

The marid and efreet don't really get along to say the least, but they do have some diplomatic relations. Salty Pier is a nexus between the two realms, a location on Fire relatively cool and choking with sea salt from the occasional overflow from Water. It's about as survivable as any part of Fire is for a non native. Between that and the diplomatic access there, that's where she usually banishes those bound for Fire.

It also is a considerable source for salt on Fire and the efreet control it with a military garrison lead by a military governor, who is usually a minor noble.

[Nephrite]

"This is a really curious set of circumstances." Moore says. "In for a penny, in for a pound, though..."

Off they go to a pier made of salt via Greater Plane Shift.

[Anastasia]

"What was she up to," Xandra murmurs, "We have more questions than answers now." She floats along as...

Heat. It's hot, hotter than a summer day, and yet bearable. Not instant incineration. Great planes of cooled black stone are here, vast dunes and drifts of whit salt all around. A town has sprung up amid it, rather large and walled. You can see efreet lording over gangs of chained workers as they harvest the great mounds of salt, working away.

[Nephrite]

"It sounds almost as if she was following through on a very specific set of orders." Moore says. "I can't think of anything she'd do that would get her exiled, unless..." He taps his nose a few times. "...I think I'm starting to understand."

For now, he heads towards the city itself.

"Let's see if there's anyone outside the city we can talk to so we don't run afoul of any laws within it." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

Xandra follows along, gaze on the slaves. Her trumpet morphs into a greatsword in her hand, gaze burning into the efreet overseeing them. No comments, attention wholly and utterly on them.