The sylvan library

[Iron Dragoon]

"Please do tell us. I'm quite interested."

[Anastasia]

"Well..."

Another yawn as the treant continues, "The champion who saved both his kingdom and the mirror of it created by Ralgon the Mad. A bold and brave man who never gave up, who defied death time and time again! Truly it is a story for the ages!"

"We would be grateful if you would tell us," Emily smiles, "Please?"

"...I don't remember," Roundbottom admits, "It's been a long time and that's not what I'm tasked to remember."

Jarem exhales slowly, eyes closed. "With all respect, bullshit. You're tasked to remember things and hold lore, and I doubt an entity like Queen Morwel would have you with anything less than the capacity to do that. I'm sure you're about to tell us exactly who can tell us, leading us along onto adventures, trouble and all sorts of character building fun mixed with moral lessons. You also aren't a celestial who can't or won't lie."

> roll 1d20+39
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+39 --> [ 1d20=2 ]{41}

"Well, I..." Professor Roundbottom sputters, brown bark around his face flushing red.

[Iron Dragoon]

"If that's the case, I'll admit I'd rather bypass it. I do still need to find the Queen."

[Anastasia]

Make your own Diplo check.

[Iron Dragoon]

Diplo:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+37 : 1 + 37, total 38[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

"W-well! There are ways we do things here, young man and young lady!" The tree huffs, "It's about learning and the adventures you have while learning!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"I feel a lesson has been learned here, and if I can meet the Queen, I may be able to arrange for more trips back."

[Anastasia]

"It so happens I don't know where the Queen is! I don't know if she's here or somewhere else in the Court," The treant snaps, "Young people these days, always wanting their lore now and no sense of adventure!"

Ianvasah grows softly, a sound like a dragon's rumbling. "I believe your flaw is treating us as mere normal adventurers, treant. Shall we show you how wrong you are?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Now, now, Ianvasah. We're guests here, it's not polite to go stomping around. And Professor Roundtree, I quite understand adventuring and learning. I'm a scholar that follows Shaundakul. I live to discover what's beyond the horizon. It just so happens that I'm in a bit of a hurry. Pressing matters, so-to-speak."

[Anastasia]

"How pressing?" The treant asks right back, eyes narrowed.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Fairly. I've got to figure out a bloodline trait activating in someone, and prepare to found a nation."

[Anastasia]

"You do sound busy," The treant says, "Perhaps a riddle will suffice."

Jarem smoothly cuts in, "How about anything else? Not to insult you, but it's something of a sore spot."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Oh, let him have his small pleasures, Jarem. There's three of us. I'm sure we can work it out."

[Anastasia]

"Four of us," Emily corrects, "So it'll be even easier." She smiles at that, "We'll take a riddle."

Jarem merely lets it go on as Professor Roundbottom chuckles, "That's the spirit. Then hear this: When I am forwards, I am dreadfully weighty. When I am backwards, I am not. What am I?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa taps her chin...

"Weight of some sort? The weight of advancement? Advancing forward is difficult, but back-sliding is always easy."