Mother

[Anastasia]

Have you ever been to the entrance of the City of Brass before?

[Corwin]

I assume so, I visited the previous sultan at dvr0 and so on.

[Anastasia]

The gates of the City of Brass are as you remember them. As you step forth you find them open, a guard assembled. Without a word they surround you, an escort ahead. Not that it's far, for barely past the gates a jeweled palanquin awaits, curtained interior hidden from your sight.

[Corwin]

Seira looks around with interest, curious whether the magics protecting the City of Brass have changed any. She doesn't quite stop to gawk, however, making way towards her palanquin!

Spellcraft 10 for 120.

[Anastasia]

Things look as they always do, at least for the times you've been here.

[Corwin]

Seira pulls the curtain open for Amaryl to step inside!

[Anastasia]

Inside is a sea of soft pillows. Reclining amid them is Akil bin Faheem. He is in a robe of spun silk, deeply embedded and decadently comfortable. A beautiful, curvacious paeliryon lies next to him, wearing silken shawls and a veil. A tray of rare and exotic treats lies nearby.

"Welcome," Akil greets, "Welcome to the City of Brass."

[Corwin]

"Thank you," Seira responds pleasantly.

To visualize it better, is it actually meant to be large enough for us to board, or just big enough for him and his plus one?

[Anastasia]

More than large enough to board. Lots and lots of space, certainly magic at work.

[Corwin]

Once Amaryl has boarded, Seira climbs in after her. Leaving plenty of space for Zaaman Rul at her side, she smiles at Akil. "I must say again that I did not expect you to be free to give us a tour, but what is life if not a series of interconnected, pleasant surprises?"

[Anastasia]

Akil smiles warmly as Zaaman Rul stays standing, but Amaryl follows you. "What is life, indeed," he greets. "A fine question to ponder."

[Corwin]

"And speaking of life, how has it been treating you since the coup?" Seira inquires.

[Anastasia]

"There are always intrigues and difficulties," Is the answer, as his hand goes down. To the hilt of a blade, caressing it. The hilt of Razalim, you are certain. "But what is life without challenges?"

[Corwin]

"I suppose so," Seira muses, before changing the subject. "Do you still go on a pilgrimage from time to time? It must be easier than in Celestia, with the most important places right here in Brass, but the constraints on your time are doubtlessly great all the same."

[Anastasia]

A warm, deep chuckle, "Oh, that will resolve itself in the fullness of time," he says, "But really, I have something more important to talk about."