Lucy's magnificent rod (Lucy)

[Corwin]

"Miss Ebony, listen to this!" Lucy says dejectedly. "Renbuu, chaos given form, took my wondrous rod of unexplored wild magic and turned it into a dragon! This is terrible! How is he in any way a chaotic paragon?!"

[Anastasia]

"Hm?" Ebony pauses and merely looks at you. "I believe I know what your problem is: You are attempting to wrest understanding from a slaad's action. Slaad are a force of nature. One cannot question them deeply, only endure them, dispatch them and move on."

[Corwin]

"This is wrong! It is... don't people crusade against such injustice?! Miss Ebony, I fancy myself somewhat of an expert on chaos and this is not how chaos works! Why, unpredictable and beyond understanding is fine and good but he would not turn himself into an Inevitable!"

Lucy slumps after her tirade, taking a prolongued, sad sip of her drink.

[Anastasia]

"I must ask - are you not amnesiac? So where does your fine understanding of chaos come from?" Ebony asks as you drink.

[Corwin]

"It is literally in my blood."

[Anastasia]

"Ah." Ebony smiles ever so faintly, "Then you disagree over what chaos is with Renbuu? Excellent. According to my own research and experiences, chaos cannot even agree with itself. All is well."

[Corwin]

"Of course we disagree when Renbuu is wrong! You are with me, aren't you, Miss Ebony?"

[Anastasia]

"I don't think you can be wrong in chaos," Ebony remarks dryly, "After all, chaos cannot agree with itself. Right in chaos is in the eye of the beholder."

[Corwin]

"Whereas right in law is universal, just ask any devil?" Lucy asks with a wry grin. "If nothing else, Miss Ebony," she proceeds afterwards, "you've shown me that wallowing in misery is not the way. Renbuu broke a priceless artifact to chaos in order to make a discount dragon for someone who doesn't even fight, and that's that. What do we do for fun around here?"

[Anastasia]

"I personally pray, read Saint Alicia's holy writings or spend time with Canderella and friends," Ebony says, "The enlisted have their own entertainments, often of a more ribald sort. Of course, it depends on what you find fun. The giants throw stones around and call it Galuh, they enjoy it greatly. Other opinions vary."

[Corwin]

"They... throw stones. For fun," Lucy deadpans. After a few moments, she resolutely shakes her head. "How about cake, Miss Ebony? Would eating some count as something you find fun?"

[Anastasia]

"Perhaps," Ebony chuckles, the faintest hint of a smile as she regards you. "I have cake for you to eat, if you are hungry for it."

[Corwin]

"I was thinking more of baking one for you, Miss Ebony, as a thank you for keeping me company."

[Anastasia]

Ebony chuckles, "You're welcome to, if you like. How shall we go about this?"

[Corwin]

"Perhaps Miss Elena would be so kind as to tell us where I might borrow a kitchen and some ingredients?" Lucy voices, leaning towards Ebony in a conspiratorial manner and wgispering, "The secret ingredient is sugar."