Onwards

[Anastasia]

"In that case, I'll pass this up," he says, "It's not my choice to make. Will you be in Dweomerheart long?"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "That is entirely fine." A smile after that. "I do very much wish to look around, but I have some other matters that require my attention. However, it's a deep hope that I have to return to just take in the various sights and sounds."

[Anastasia]

"I'll have a message send once we come to a decision," Erran Valin agrees, then with a bit of a grunt, "Is that all, Duke?"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Yes, at least for now. I thank you very much for your hospitality." he says.

[Anastasia]

With a whisk of magic and air you're back on the street, and from there...

Going to linger here long?

[Nephrite]

Nah, we have people to see and places to be!

Well, Moore does, but he'll stop back in Hope's Landing first and see if anything happened.

[Anastasia]

The moment you come in, "Moore!" Grias bobs up in the air, "You've been called to attend Lord Barachiel immediately!"

[Nephrite]

"Grias, you have one of our Sending Stones!" Moore tells him. "Use it in emergencies like this!"

A huff and a nod after that. "Am I to go directly to him?"

[Anastasia]

Grias sags, "I got the message not 3 minutes ago," he says, "I checked and you were just returning, so I didn't see the point. You are - a portal will appear outside when you do."

[Nephrite]

"You're off the hook this time, loyal archon." Moore says, giving him a gentle pat on the top. "I'll be back."

With that, he heads outside!

[Anastasia]

Sure enough, a portal appears the moment you step outside.

[Nephrite]

Into the portal he goes!

[Anastasia]

In that instant you are elsewhere.

The light is nigh overwhelming, for before you are many. Sitting on a throne you have seen before is Barachiel, radiant in his power. Standing to his side is Erathaol, while on his other side is Raziel, aflame with power. The three leave your senses reeling, a sense of them utterly overwhelming you.

"Be not afraid," Erathaol murmurs, and in that moment, you mind is your own again, no longer reeling. "Approach us, Moore."

[Nephrite]

It is a really good thing they can turn that off, Moore thinks.

He approaches and moves down to kneel in front of them.

"It's an honor, Hebdomad." Moore says, quietly.

[Anastasia]

"Duke Moore," Raziel greets, "We council over Akil's offers. I wish to hear your own words of what happened, and have Erathaol project the memory so that we may see exactly what happened."