Clean up (Afina and Jaela, 89 days left)

[Anastasia]

Finding the emissary from Bahamut's fairly simple. He's waiting in a guest room, supping on a simple meal of beef steak and more beef steak. The celestial appears human with a radiant glow, yet his smile shows sharp, draconic teeth within his mouth, the faintest gleam of gold on him more scale-like than radiant. He is tall, broad of body and bald, wearing the form fitting pants and shirt of many a monk.

Go ahead, you two. Knocking your immediate todos first.

[Ebiris]

"Greetings," Afina says, her initial gladness at seeing a human-like celestial tempered at those draconic teeth. Then again probably all of Bahamut's servants can see the big brand on her forehead, dragon-blooded or not. "I am general Afina, and this is general Jaela. You'll forgive us if we don't stand on ceremony, as you've arrived at an inopportune time for our crusade. What is it that brings you to Aurora?" she asks, eager to get to the point quickly.

[Anastasia]

Quick OOC note: Waiting for Jaela here, since first impressions are worth getting here.

[Corwin]

"Then again, it might be a very opportune time indeed," Jaela muses, having nodded at Afina's introduction. The probable dragon's reaction should be informative, in any case. For her part, she had decided to go with her usual silver and forest-green chainmail, spotless via magic and dedicated to the Triune.

[Anastasia]

"Seven days ago, a devil defected from Hell and sought protection from Bahamut in exchange for information. This devil had fallen afoul of the Order of the Fly and believed his assassination was imminent, as well as that the single clergyman of Bahamut he could reach was his only chance to survive." The dragon withdraws a scroll and places it on the table, "Lifasa came up in passing, we do not know how useful this information is to you, but we will give it to you. We have deep differences, but none of us want to see Hell triumph there."

[Ebiris]

Afina flutters closer to look at the scroll before she offers comment.

[Corwin]

Jaela isn't sure how to handle offering refuge to shitty devils rather than reformed ones, and so focuses on the message itself. "I know I speak for all of us when I thank you for the information," she voices, actually feeling grateful the emissary didn't go crazy at the sight of she and Afina. Perhaps she has developed low standards when dealing with servants of Bahamut....

[Anastasia]

It looks to be references of troop formations and forces drawn from Avernus. It's fairly recent and mostly deals with the areas Yian used to control. Assuming they're accurate, they'll be a small but notable bit of tactical aid.

"The growing urgency of the Lifasa crisis prompted these choices," The dragon-man says gravely, "We desire that our choice to give that devil refuge is not further spread. it is distasteful, but the lives and souls saved from this information is acceptable. He will be given indoctrination and watched. He may think himself clever, ready to sneak away and strike out on his own. We will not let him wreck further evil on innocents."

[Corwin]

Jaela tries to see if she can tell who is in overall command.

[Ebiris]

"It's not our place to cast judgement on how you deal with those who come to you for sanctuary, we won't say anything of it," Afina says. "The information should be helpful to us, although the change in situation that today has brought may leave it rapidly out of date." She flutters back to her previous position and nods. "We take this gesture with gratitude and the spirit it's intended."

[Anastasia]

It appears Harkin is overseeing this particular section of Yian's former holdings.

"It may, Bahamut contacted me to warn of it. Bel's actions ripple across Creation." The dragon-man adds, "May righteousness walk with both of you."

[Corwin]

"And you," Jaela responds, retrieving Ferrum Incendia. "It's ironic," she muses, offering the ring to the emissary, "given its origin and all, but please accept it as my gratitude for this visit and the information provided." This might just be what the Triune wished for her to do with it, come to think of it.

[spoiler]
Ferrum Incendia had already been doused in the joyous cries of newborn eternal life, I wish to use it as the reciprocal first step to bury the hatchet with Bahamut.

[Anastasia]

The ring is taken - and a thunder crack sounds.  The dragon-man looks on at it calmly in spite of that, as blood leaks from the ring. An anguished howl as the ring melts. No, only an outer layer. Beneath it is a pristine steel ring, smooth and unblemished.

"Bahamut's scales." The curse is said with barely a ripple of the dragon's composure.

[Ebiris]

Afina's eyes widen a bit, but that's as much as she lets through her iron-clad composure!

[Corwin]

That's approval from the Triune if she'd ever seen one!