Finding the wheel

[Anastasia]

Going to do anything but get Cresiel to do this? We can skip ahead to the reply if so.

[Nephrite]

We will wait! So yeah, skip ahead is fine.

[Anastasia]

Soon enough you have an answer, "It progresses," Cresiel says, "We will be going, as the invitation is going to be accepted."

[Nephrite]

"Do they have any sort of timeline yet?" Moore asks. "I'd like to imagine if it's tomorrow they'd let us know."

[Anastasia]

"Within a day or two," Cresiel says, "We are to prepare."

[Nephrite]

"Then I believe a trip to speak to Lord Barachiel and his adjutants would be prudent." Moore says. "Let's take everyone, just so we're all on the same page."

[Anastasia]

Any prep then?

[Nephrite]

Nah, he'll just collect everyone and they'll go!

[Anastasia]

Thus you arrive - the fortress is as it was last time you were here, yet the gates of it open for you. You are admitted in, a simple hound archon bowing to you once inside, "Duke Moore, you wish for an audience with Lord Barachiel? On what matter do you wish to converse with him over?""

[Nephrite]

"I would like to speak with him on the upcoming diplomatic meeting with the Grand Sultan." Moore explains.

[Anastasia]

"Then come with me," The hound archon invites. As you go, "Lord Barachiel is extremely busy with that, so there may be some wait." Sniffing, the rather poodle like hound archon adds, "But of course Lord Barachiel has it in hand, so don't worry."

[Nephrite]

"We don't mind waiting." Moore says as he follows along. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page with what sort of expectations we were to have with this."

[Anastasia]

You're lead to a comfortable enough waiting room, the hound archon bowing and letting himself out. As everyone gets comfortable, Cresiel stands with his arms crossed. "This is a great honor," he begins, "Do not forget your manners and do not fail to pay Lord Barachiel the respect he is due."

Kaja says, "We're not that stupid, I hope. It takes a special fool to go to a dragon and insult them to their face."

[Nephrite]

Moore looks over at Cresiel and tilts his head slightly. "Do you have some reason to believe we would be discourteous to Lord Barachiel?" He asks -- his tone isn't accusatory, or he hopes it isn't, anyway.

[Anastasia]

"No, I don't," Cresiel says, "I have every confidence you'll do well. However," he pauses on this word, "The saying of being safe rather than sorry is a wise one."