Ahead lies...?

[Nephrite]

Then they'll go to the one that's on Arborea.

[Anastasia]

Teleport I presume?

[Nephrite]

I'm not sure how far it actually is, so let's just Greater Plane Shift away and then back.

[Anastasia]

Sure.

Embassies are the way of the planes, at least with forces who can tolerate each other. In this case it's a rustic, isolated forest manor. It is fine but covered in vines and foliage, almost entirely hidden by them. Save for an entrance door that leads within, little of the building can be seen.

[Nephrite]

Moore will head on in!

[Anastasia]

The front door does not open. Instead the door's center adjusts, a face rising up from it. A face of wood, one that has closed eyes yet asks, "Travelers, what business do you have in this place?"

[Nephrite]

"I am Duke Moore of Celestia." He greets the ... Wood spirit?

"I seek to speak to someone in the embassy, please."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel steps forward as well, "Cresiel," he says as well, "In service to Duke Moore."

The face smooths over, back into the door and gone. The doors open wide, cool and clean air washing over the party from it.

[Nephrite]

"I wonder if they get a lot of random visits." Moore says as he proceeds in!

[Anastasia]

Within all is wood, well kept and polished. Amid humble wood stands a single woman - a trumpet archon, green skinned. She bows, "Duke," she says, "Welcome...oh! Cresiel!"

"Dyasa," Cresiel returns that greeting, "You're stationed here now?"

With a slight sigh, "Yes, well...my superiors decided I needed to get out of Brightwater for a time. They were right, I miss the shine and the wealth too much."

Cresiel comes forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "The shine of wealth can blind even the most righteous soul, if they let themselves..."

"...grow complacent," Dyasa finishes, a hint of a smile, "Do you still have my copy of that?"

"Somewhere in Mother's house," Cresiel admits.

Meanwhile Kaja gives them a look and then gives Moore a rather open look, a hint of a smile growing there.

[Nephrite]

Moore just smiles and offers a bow. "Miss Dyasa, it's a pleasure to meet a comrade of Cresiel." He says softly.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, but after doing some wandering, it felt like directly asking might be the best way to find what we're seeking here." He explains.

[Anastasia]

Dyasa turns, Cresiel's hand off her shoulder. "Duke," she says, "Our services are yours. What do you need?"

[Nephrite]

"We are in search of the demiplane of Greenwood." Moore says. "I found a place some natives referred to as Greenwood that has a portal that seems to open at every full moon, but we believe it leads to the Gates of the Moon."

[Anastasia]

A nod to that, "How can we help you with that matter, then?"

[Nephrite]

"We have no idea who owns the demiplane." Moore says. "We were hoping someone here may be able to help find out, or maybe already knows who it is or can help us get in contact with them. Or even just provide us the location of the demiplane itself, if possible."