Finding the wheel

[Anastasia]

Xandra goes silent at that chiding, head bowed slightly.

Without even a reaction from Xandra's comment, "Overall? Greedy, self serving bastards who will sell you if the price is right. They pale in majesty to us and the Padisha, of course, but they are quite profitable."

[Nephrite]

"Could you work with them if they came here?" Moore asks as he continues.

[Anastasia]

Flashing you with a smile of pearly white teeth, "Easily!"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "All right. Can I assume that anything you agree to is agreed to by the Padisha as well?"

[Anastasia]

"Subject to formal ratification when appropriate," Trader says, "But you're right, my friend."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Very well. Would you like a room to stay in while you're here? It, ah... well, actually, it could probably be filled with water, if you wanted. I realize you can clearly exist outside of it, but I'd like to be hospitable."

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine without water," The marid agrees, "But a room will be appreciated and only reasonable. I'd hate to imagine you have poor hospitality, my friend!"

[Nephrite]

"For all intents and purposes, I intend to treat you as an individual sent to us from the Padisha." Moore says with a smile. "Now, let's find my goblin friend."

Intent will be to have Hamperie and Trader discuss some basic ideas. I don't know how far he got with all of that since we were off fighting for a while.

[Anastasia]

Okay, they can get on that easily enough. Anything else you're knocking out right now?

[Nephrite]

Hmm. The only thing I was going to do was go to Ben-Hadar's... well, I assume palace, but who knows what the heck it is? And basically explain the same thing he did to the Padisha and see if they might have any ideas.

[Anastasia]

Okay, you have an event first anyway.

You're seeing to things in the courtyard when you hear it. "Cresiel!" Villisa's voice, bright and lovely. "I'm here!"

[Nephrite]

Moore turns to the entrance. "Lady Villisa! Welcome back to Hope's Landing!" he calls out to her.

[Anastasia]

Villisa flies in, "Thank you, and I like the name. So, what happened to have Cresiel request my presence?"

[Nephrite]

Moore clears his throat. "A gentleman by the name of Sanez, from Brightwater, stopped by with a letter for me that turned out to be an assassination attempt from Asmodeus." He explains. "We still need to try and track down this individual... and find out what happened to the real Sanez, or... find out why he decided to throw his lot in with Hell."

[Anastasia]

"Despicable," Villisa gasps, a hand to her mouth. "I understand. Does anything need to be done immediately? Where is Romiel?"