The first peaceful day

[Nephrite]

"Generally speaking, is danger what keeps people out?" Moore asks. "Or is there also a structure in terms of access, based on something else?"

[Anastasia]

"Getting in here requires knowing the right people," Braxos explains, never once looking back. "It's for those Mystra chooses and a few others with clout to get in."

[Nephrite]

Moore just nods to that and proceeds onwards.

"Does time begin to change as well, or is it just space?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

"Everything but time," Is the answer you get, "Time is different."

[Nephrite]

"Understood." Moore says as he continues on.

[Anastasia]

d100, would you?

[Nephrite]

[22:19] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[22:19] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 4 > [d100=4]

[Anastasia]

You walk on, and as you do, things wobble. Reality twitches as you walk, shelves one step high and the next almost low enough to see over.

[Nephrite]

Moore frowns slightly, but continues to go. It's really no different than how Mount Celestia manages to exist in its state of infinite-ness.

[Anastasia]

You walk forward, down, left. At once somehow, as you flutter alone. Huh?

Cresiel and Braxos are gone.

[Nephrite]

Moore just continues forward -- if he was supposed to take a turn in some other direction then surely their guide would have warned him to do so.

[Anastasia]

Mere moments later Cresiel and Braxos are back, as if they were never gone.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. Was he in some sort of alternate space, or...?

For now, he just continues. He can ask questions later, if the need arises.

[Anastasia]

You shake your head as you go on.

"Let's keep going," Canderella says at your side, walking with you, at the same pace Cresiel was before.

[Nephrite]

Moore opens his mouth, then closes it.

Huh, how is she doing, anyway?

What would his group be like if she came along instead of one of the others...?

...Probably not that different, in the grand scheme of things.