Finding the wheel

[Nephrite]

Moore shakes his head. "You needn't worry about us here. I spoke with Lord Erathaol and we got some help from..." He gestures towards the top of Celestia. "On high."

[Anastasia]

"Too late for that, Moore dear," Villisa shakes her head, "I'm going to see to everything here, get the defenses done properly. Now where is Romiel?" Waggling a finger, "This is no time for trusting in anything but everyone's best."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles a bit. "Very well. I haven't spoken to him for some time, I would imagine he's still at his own fortress."

[Anastasia]

A long moment, Villisa staring. "I see." A slow smile comes to her face, "Then I'll go see Cresiel directly."

[Nephrite]

"By all means." Moore says. "I don't know that I could stop you anyway, really." A smile after that.

[Anastasia]

Villisa passes inside from there, leaving you alone at that.

[Nephrite]

A breath out.

"We live in interesting times." Moore says to himself.

Take 10 on K:P for 90, I'm assuming Ben-Hadar has a Palace like the Padisha does? Is there any formal thing that needs to happen for someone visiting?

[Anastasia]

Ben-Hadar resides in Ssesurgass, his personal realm. He lives in a fortress amid a vast coral reef, where the residents of the realm live and serve. It's noted that Ben-Hadar is gruff to say the least, often called an old man in spirit. He's relatively flexible in people dropping in, as the all water elementals know the currents bring in what they bring in.

[Nephrite]

Presuming there is no immediate business here, let's (Xandra and Moore) take a trip to Ssesurgass which you can guarantee I am going to misspell a few times.

[Anastasia]

Keep a copy of it handy, yes. It's a corker of a name.

As you prepare to go, ducking into your room to freshen up? "Moore," Grias knocks and then calls, "You have a visitor."

[Nephrite]

"How do you even..." Moore starts, but then just shakes his head. "All right, I'll go see them. Thank you Grias!"

Moore heads off to do just that!

[Anastasia]

Dragon!

The figure here is a luminous silver dragon, perched outside the fortress and resting its giant head on the outer wall. It is looking your way, eyes like pools of radiant mithral. "Duke Moore," the dragon greets, "I am Sylashavalarine, 2nd general serving under Lord Barachiel."

[Nephrite]

Do not expect me to even try with that one.

Moore blinks. "Greetings and salutations." Moore says, he brings a bow down as he flies up to meet the dragon face-to-face. "To what do I owe this honor?"

[Anastasia]

Sylashavalarine's head rises, coming up close to you, face to face literally. One molten silver eye dominates everything, a long look at you before withdrawing. "I serve in diplomacy," he says, "Would you care to ride on me while we fly and discuss a matter of diplomacy regarding the marid?"

[Nephrite]

"I don't know that I have much of a choice, from the sounds of it." Moore admits. He flies up to sit on the dragon's head.