The duty to live

[Anastasia]

"...interesting word choice," Syala says at last, a hand on her hip. "That's a very open ended invitation."

Plendus is a minor mercane house in the Consortium. They mostly deal in ceramics and precious materials, the latter of which is due to their acquisition (accidental) of interests in various mines.

[Ebiris]

OOC I assumed Plendus was an obvious intermediary so I just rolled a basic check to get the basic details. Since that doesn't scan with the info here and therefore it must be a front of deeper meaning can I redo the check with buffs? That'd be divine insight/guidance of avatar/improvisation/greater heroism taking 10 for 122.

[Anastasia]

There's no whispers of diabolical entanglement in particular - but like any mercane, they try and make money and have been known to be intermediaries. You know they've done it for a fair bit of Earth in minor matters, including the dao and the rare times someone like Ogremoch cares to deal with such things.

It doesn't quite fit them to go in this far, but you suppose it's possible a Lord of the Nine putting on pressure could force them.

[Ebiris]

"Also interesting choice of intermediary," Alicia adds. "But it's not an offer we can ignore. Lets send a reply so we can arrange a time to meet? As for the others - I'd like to send Marie to meet the Seldarine. It'd be a good contact for her," she taps the top of one of her ears meaningfully. "Did Mystra, Sulia, and Sharess give more details in their missives?"

[Anastasia]

"Mystra's is routine," Syala nods to your suggestion of Marie. "That will do her good, since Antenora's busy with Malcanthet now. Sulia's is one half tactical and one half fun, and Sharess's is pure pleasure. You know how Rapture is."

[Ebiris]

Routine or not Mystra always deserves her time. "We'll make time for all of them and schedule around it," Alicia says, creating a matching letter to go back to Malodomini accepting the request for a meeting and asking for a specific time and location. "What sort of messenger delivered that anyway?" she indicates the original letter.

[Anastasia]

"A mercane," Syala says, "Who else? Discreet, unremarkable and payable."

[Ebiris]

"I'd rather not use a mercane myself," Alicia says, twirling the letter in her hand. "I'm sure most are fine but institutional rot buries itself deep. I'll just handle it directly."

And so she reaches her divine voice out across the planes towards the Lord of the Seventh. I received your missive and we are prepared to meet at the House of Plendus at a time of your choosing.

[Anastasia]

A shimmer-ripple in the air.

Perfect. We will meet 49 hours from now.

[Ebiris]

Can I tell what caused that ripple with my divine senses?

This is my divine realm and it's had a lot of work done but he built the original demiplane so if there's some kind of backdoor access he has to mess with the place is this a giveaway?

[Anastasia]

No, you just think that's a particular quality of how the Lord of the Seventh communicates in this way. No signs of it being anything more.

[Ebiris]

"Forty eight hours, fifty nine minutes, and fifty two seconds," Alicia says. "You know how he is, lets be precisely on time for this."

Luckily magic does make precise timekeeping fairly simple even without the sort of cogs and gears Antenora is so fond of.

[Anastasia]

"Do you want to fit in any others in the meantime?" Syala asks.

[Ebiris]

"Is there a timetable on the others?" she asks. Two days is long enough to fit a lot in, so if it won't inconvenience anyone they easily could clear the lot.

[Anastasia]

"Nothing urgent," Syala says, "They're all routine."