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[Anastasia]

Amaryl is watching atop the Cauldron as Bredanalundalum flies, laughing as he takes in all he surveys. She has a smile on her face, Madigar sitting next to her, watching it all and munching on what looks to be elf bread.

[Corwin]

"Well, I'm certainly considering changes to the realm," Seira muses as she joins them. The trunk of a massive tree serving as a nice, leafy stairway winding down from the very top to begin with, its many branches creating a veritable maze for fliers to the enjoyment of those who seek a challenge....

And as she does so, Seira takes a peek at Burnar's quest to eradicate the Sharran infestation he is pursuing.

[Anastasia]

It seems to be going well enough - he's investigating and gathering information quietly, nothing of which is going awry from his point of view.

Madigar turns, "Seira," he calls, "That's your name, isn't it? I didn't forget it."

[Corwin]

"Seira Aryn," she affirms. "Welcome to our home. How do you like it?"

[Anastasia]

"The bread is great," Madigar holds it up and then has another bite, as Amaryl lets out a small sigh. "I hear it's popular in that city you came from, so I requested to try it."

After a beat, "Everything's great. I just really like the bread," he admits, going back to it.

[Corwin]

Yes, it's not really elf bread, but names don't have to be accurate! Amaryl will get it one day.

"It goes pretty well with a stew, too," Seira notes. "I could have our head maid whip some up if you'd like?"

[Anastasia]

At this Madigar looks up, "Why do you have a slaad as a maid?"

[Corwin]

"They make the best maids when their inclination runs that way," Seira asserts. "It's somewhat a hobby of mine."

[Anastasia]

"I never knew that," Madigar says, "Truly?"

Amaryl avoids the entire discussion perhaps, and instead looks up to the wyrm flying above. In moments he begins to descend in great, lazy loops above the three of you.

[Corwin]

"Oh yes!" Seira tells him animatedly. "Why, I've once come across a perfect slaad maid who was loyal, competent, presentable and everything a maid should be, including predicting her employer's wishes! It has taken me decades to find a suitable candidate, and once she came around, I instantly knew she had to be the head maid! The secret, my friend, is that they do not understand the limits of what is possible, and in ignoring them surpass all competition, burdened as it is with common sense."

[Anastasia]

Bredanalundalum descends as Madigar listens. He loops overhead by about 30ft, the Silver Sea seen in the distance above. "Seira," he calls, "It's great to see you here."

[Corwin]

"Bredanalundalum! Welcome!" Seira greets him. "My apologies, I was delayed by efreet slavers."

[Anastasia]

"It's good to be free," The wyrm declares, "Delayed or not, it is sweet."

[Corwin]

"Did you get a chance to see Kascha, either of you? I bet you'd get along great!"

[Anastasia]

"Kascha?" Bredanalundalum asks, "We have not. Who is she?"