Cauldron Festival

[Corwin]

"I'm Seira," she tells Josa, gesturing at their last member. "This is my bodyguard, Oraga. As you can see, we've decided to indulge our nostalgia while checking in on the recent generation of heroes."

[Ebiris]

Marie switches back to her elf-sized version. "Please you don't need to make a fuss, we're trying to be a little bit subtle here. Just telling you who we are makes it easier so you know we're on the level."

[Anastasia]

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Josa claps, "Then allow me to introduce myself, I am Josa Confector." Bowing deeply to the two of you before gesturing, "Please, have a seat and join me, and allow me to answer your questions."

Oraga looms behind you, expression neutral, cool and composed.

[Ebiris]

Marie claims a seat and puts her basket down by her feet, listening attentively!

[Corwin]

Seira pulls a chair and flips it around, sitting with her arms resting on top of its back. Her purchases are next to her, though a part of her was tempted to get Oraga to carry them instead.

"Go on, Josa," she invites him to speak. "We're all ears."

[Anastasia]

"Of course, of course, I am all ears for your questions; please, ask away," Josa declares, "And I shall answer to the utmost of my ability."

[Ebiris]

Oh, she thought he was going to answer her earlier question. This is awkward! "So... any word from Sylvie lately to start with?"

[Corwin]

"And I asked who was on the team at present," Seira reminds him.

[Anastasia]

"No, not since she vanished and Calley gained his remarkable abilities and development," Josa shakes his head and then sighs, "I spoke to Balyss recently, and she informed me that Selune told her to expect to never see her again. I fear she has moved beyond us once and for all, drawn to events beyond my mere ken as a candymaker, beyond the reach of all but those with the power to shake reality like a bowl of jelly, and alas I can do nothing but hope she returns well one day, even if I fear that day shall not come."

After that he says, "Right now it is myself, Veserya, Yuria, Marianne, Lyris, Aaeru, Arachiel and Whirric."

[Corwin]

Seira nods slowly. "In case she does end up contacting you, please let her know that Alicia and I would like to have a word? So would Celestia, but a whole mountain is less personal than either of us, wouldn't you say?"

[Ebiris]

"I see," Marie says, a bit disappointed that there's no immediate leads on Sylvie, but she did have another reason to come here! "To be honest I'm a little worried for Calley. A child with that much power is going to look like a tempting pawn for a lot of people. You're all keeping a close eye on him, right?"

[Anastasia]

"Ah yes yes, I will be glad to," Josa says, "Should that fortunate and fortuitous event come to pass, I shall contact you as you wish; please, tell me how I can contact you swiftly in the event this comes to pass and our gloomy evening becomes a glorious sunset once more?"

After that he says, "Ah, Calley! Truly his mother's son, for he grows and learns like her now. We are keeping him safe and quiet, but his talent cannot be fully hidden, for he is still a child and wishes what a child wishes, at times simply doing by whim and power rather than wisdom and foresight, yet he speaks of things and secrets in ways only Sylvie could, knowledge and power earned and yet given to him freely, such means are beyond my ken, beyond the ken of men and women like myself and my fair companions, but perhaps not beyond your ken?"

[Ebiris]

"Well we can try!" Marie chirps, more likely she'll have to ask help from someone else to interpret for her. "What sort of things has he been saying?"

[Corwin]

Isn't he a wizard, and running the group of the strongest heroes on this Prime?

"Praying would work. Just communicate your thoughts clearly," Seira tells him, since that's an easy enough method, before nodding in agreement with Marie's words.

[Anastasia]

It's Josa. He's flowery, it's what he does.

He'd also be second behind the Crimson Guard.

"Of course, of course," Josa agrees, "He-"

A pause, a voice calling up from the stairs, "Josa? There's someone down here asking about Sylvie."