Emancipation

[Anastasia]

"Besides Dispater himself?" The Authority reckons, a pause.
Aid her.
"I do, she may know more," Is the answer at last. "Look for Syrea in Limbo."

[Corwin]

Seira offers him another grateful smile. "Thanks, I will!"

And then she decides to visit Waukeen. It's been a while, after all.

[Anastasia]

You have no problem getting to Waukeen. She's pacing within a room in Brightwater, lost in thought - until you are announced. Her face splits in a smile, "Seira," she calls, "Xera is a lovely, wonderful girl. If only she had a mercantile mind."

[Corwin]

"Ah, but then you might poach her~"

[Anastasia]

A warmer laugh in this room - a lovely, opulent sitting room. A room to sit, talk and be seen. All is gold and wealth here, the walls sheathed in slats of clear, transparent gold, showing sturdy, rich marble beneath them A warmer laugh as Waukeen says, "She chanced on some scrap of lore related to what Emily destroyed, and sent it to me for her sister's sake."

[Corwin]

Because said sister can't be bothered to actually do something about that debt, yes. Seira wants to smile and wince at the same time, opting for a snort in the end. "You know, once the means to reproduce those artifacts are available to us again, it'll be pretty revolutionary. The Incarnations never forbade everyone from making fresh rings, right? Just stopped the knowledge from being granted?"

[Anastasia]

Waukeen shakes her head, "Seira dear, before that. That was your snort of being torn."

[Corwin]

Seira spreads her arms. "What can I do? Teaching someone leadership only works if they're interested in leading. So it bothers me, but what really gets to me is that I'm powerless to do anything about it."

[Anastasia]

"Coins and gems, I know," Waukeen consoles you, standing before you, "How often do we wish for someone to rise up and they seem content to follow another path? There's really only one solution to improve our mood now."

[Corwin]

"Oh?"

[Anastasia]

"There's a sea that cheers me up," Waukeen says, "Give me your hand, Seira."

[Corwin]

Gold, drink and a swim. Those were Seira's guesses, so it's time to see if she was right! She holds her hand out to Waukeen.

[Anastasia]

You stand on a platform in a great, vast building, the roof hundreds of feet above. On this platform are several chairs and a table, all set so you can view below at leisure. Below, stretching farther than even your divine sight can see in every direction is a sea of coins. A vast sea of coins, each coin glittering bright and golden.  From above, occasionally ripples form and a rain of golden coins clinks down, adding more to the vast piles.

With a gesture beyond, "For when I need to sit back, relax my mind and watch the gold roll in." Waukeen declares.

[Corwin]

"And sometimes sleep on it like a dragon?" Seira asks with a grin, claiming one of the seats.

[Anastasia]

"Oh no, I saved that for you," Waukeen says with a small laugh, sitting. "Feel free."