Moving spheres

[Anastasia]

From there it's simple enough to get Latha over here and...

Go ahead and do your expo. What you say may well matter, so I'm going to request you type out what you're telling her here.

[Ebiris]

"I have some leads for you on the others we heard about at the bridge to Chronias," Alicia begins. "After we met with Asmodeus just now, we spoke to the voice that's been encouraging us recently - it's almost certainly Zaphkiel, even if he didn't confirm it in so many words. Asmodeus thinks he's going to be setting up others to 'become One' as Gathgorian did, though I don't know if they'll be from the same five groups we already heard about. Still, we did get a few questions answered by Zaphkiel as well - One of the five can be found because she resides with Seira's kin, and one survived the Realm of Light and proved worthy. Also one was chosen by Io and not by Zaphkiel. That's as much as we got."

[Anastasia]

Latha takes that all silently and says, "Thank you. I'll confer with Seira immediately. If it is what I think it is, I may need to travel to the Prime. Syala, may I impose on you?"

Syala comes forward and taps Latha on the shoulder, "Go, this is important to you."

[Ebiris]

Turns out Syala not having any proxies was useful after all! "Syala you should send your avatar as well," Alicia asks. "Even if a prime is unlikely to hold anything that can threaten Latha, we can't be too careful right now."

[Anastasia]

Another Syala appears, saying, "It's a team effort," she says, Latha giving you a warm smile and rising. "We'll be back."

[Ebiris]

"Good luck," Alicia bids, seeing them off.

[Anastasia]

Got an immediate next move?

[Ebiris]

Nope. Basically just waiting on the war escalating enough to require our intervention, Marie finding a Sharran lead, our Daun force moving out when it's ready, Latha coming back, or random bullshit landing on my desk.

[Anastasia]

It's evening. Marie is having a drink at the bar, resting her throat after a night's work. It's casual - a snippet of conversation drifting over. "...and then Sharrans...."

It's busy here, people drinking and carousing, resting in the coolness of duskfall. Music plays, a lute and flute combination providing cheerful music, underlain by a drummer working away.

[Ebiris]

Marie's finely honed ears might not be pointy right now but they're no less sharp for it as she listens in on that conversation!

[Anastasia]

You listen in closely. It's two men in the familiar clothes of the region, one tall and scarred, the other average height and scarred, bald as well.

"Really? South of there?" The tall one whispers back.

The bald one drinks from his mug of ale and replies, "No idea how, but yes. Damn it, the Sultan better be doing something about this."

[Ebiris]

South of where? What were they talking about?

Can I like roll a retroactive listen check or something? Marie's got superhuman listening skills and would've been taking in basically everything around her.

Or a sense motive check to glean more context?

[Anastasia]

Sense motive, sure.

[Ebiris]

[20:06] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+49 sense motive
[20:06] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 50 > [d20=1]

[Anastasia]

You listen and it clicks as you do.

"Still, the mines..." A casual comment from the tall one.

The Firewind Mines, a memory snapping into place for Marie.