Finding the wheel

[Anastasia]

Kaja snorts at that, little bits of smoke coming from his nostrils. "Archons!" he says in draconic.

"Archons," Romiel replies, the solar unbothered by the apparent impreciseness. "I do not right now, but I can find out." He takes a new sheet of paper and begins to write on it, smoothly and swiftly. He waves his hand over it after, the ink drying in a moment.

[Nephrite]

"I appreciate it." Moore says. "In the meantime, is there anything we can help with while we're here?"

[Anastasia]

"We could use help checking our defenses," Romiel says, "An outside set of eyes would be useful."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "All right." He moves to stand up. "Then let's go take a look."

[Anastasia]

Have any relevant ranks in things, first o fall?

[Nephrite]

I have ranks in all the things, you know that! I could do a K:A&E? Or even something like... I don't know, Profession (Tactician) or something.

[Anastasia]

Both of those will do, along with K:A.

[Nephrite]

OK. Take 10 for 90 on K:A, for 72 on K:A&E and ... 47 on Profession (Tactician).

[Anastasia]

This takes a few hours of steady work. The defenses all look solid, freshly reinforced with added protections against assassins. The things you see are largely minimal things, the sort of thing that could be a matter of choice as much as a flaw. You'd say that the defenses here look quite good.

When you tell Romiel as much, "Thank you," he says, "This is a time more than ever to vigilant."

[Nephrite]

"I have... an odd question about that." Moore says. "How do you, er... add rooms? Do you just think about it? I... never gave it much thought before, but we may have more people soon, so I want to be prepared."

[Anastasia]

"Ask Grias," Cresiel interjects, "He insists on handling everything for that and getting workers."

[Nephrite]

"One of these days I'm going to find out the truth about him. Aren't you supposed to... graduate, or something, at some point as a lantern archon?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"It's not mandatory," Romiel explains, "For some, paradise is an eternal childhood, slowly learning in the innocent, wide eyed way children do. Though ones who grow stronger and linger such as Grias often become less childlike and some are never childlike to begin with."

"It is the same with courre eladrin, though there is much more variance in them," Cresiel adds. "There are some that are adults in mind and others who are eternal, playing children."

[Nephrite]

"Ah. Okay, that makes sense. I need to get him a hat next time I go to Brightwater." He says.

A pause.

"Remind me not to introduce your mother to Calleigh." Moore says. He clears his throat. "At any rate, I'll wait to hear back from you, Sir Romiel. Please keep in touch if you need anything. Oh... speaking of Lady Villisa, she is staying at Hope's Landing."

[Anastasia]

Romiel and Cresiel share a look at that, Cresiel merely adding, "I felt it was needed, father."

Romiel smiles ever so slightly, "Then be well, my son."