Cauldron Festival

[Corwin]

"You could say that," Seira agrees with a sly grin. "I'm always on the lookout for talent, especially those exceptional people who feel they've done all the can locally and are ready for something bigger in scale."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, good for you," Mia titters, "How is your corner of the planes, Seira? The traders talk of delights and goods unimaginable."

[Corwin]

"Pretty good right now. Amaryl's just ascended so we're celebrating for the entire week. Otherwise, doing what I can to make the Inner Planes a better place."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, Amaryl ascended!" Mia gasps, "I had heard of course, but...tell me more!"

[Corwin]

"She was pretty close so we visited Arvandor and got a few tips. It was actually magical, the way she meditated to make the attempt and how I received the recent prayers. I decided to intervene in one directly, and following it back to the source found that it was from her! Then I managed to help her pull the rest of the way across, and the rest is history, as they say."

[Anastasia]

"Prayer has...fascinating. That confirms so many theories and disproves others!" Mia says, a hand to her mouth. "I could make fortunes selling that bit of gossip wisely."

[Corwin]

"Oh?" Seira asks, pausing to sprinkle some grated cheese over her shrimps. "Which part is fascinating? That gods really do hear prayer? Or that they respond to it?"

[Anastasia]

"No, that about the process of ascending," Mia says, "Who knows anything about it but the wisest and maddest sages?"

[Corwin]

"It's probably a bad idea to make it public," Seira muses. "There are dangers with ascension, as you might recall. And if a dutiful servant wishes to ascend, their sponsoring deity would handle the complicated details as it is."

[Anastasia]

At this Mia sighs, "Of course I won't spread it - you're a friend, and that's bad business. Still, one can dream of mountains of gold and treasure."

[Corwin]

"Why aren't you filthy rich by now, anyway?" Seira asks teasingly. "You're plenty capable, so adventuring a bit should serve you well~"

[Anastasia]

"Seira, Seira, Seira," Teasing right back with a wink, "Who says I'm not already filthy rich?"

[Corwin]

"You, just now! By complaining of not already being filthy rich!"

[Anastasia]

Waggling a finger, "I said I could make fortunes, not that I wasn't already rich." Mia says with a little smirk.

[Corwin]

"You should've been a lawyer, but you make an acceptable merchant," Seira says with approval, taking the time to eat again. "Is there more gossip to fill me in on? I know my inn is doing well, at least, but has anyone established a valuable magic shop?"