Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

'Who was the most recent person to leave the First Prison?'

[Anastasia]

An avatar of Mephistopheles.

[Nephrite]

'How long ago did that avatar leave?'

16

[Anastasia]

A month ago.

[Nephrite]

Well, time doesn't pass differently there, at least...

He can't think of anything else to ask, so he dismisses his spell and takes in a breath - even though he doesn't need to.

"Well, that was enlightening." Moore says. "I think the layout of the prison is shrouded, but there are allies trapped inside who can tell us more if we reach them." He says. "A month ago, an avatar of Mephisto entered and left, and six days ago a soulless clone of The Adversary entered and doesn't appear to have left."

[Anastasia]

"Which means it's up to its stones in fiendish interests," Sylvie points out, "We'll need to go in expecting all of the fights."

"All of them," Kaja concurs, "At the least."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "We're also cut off from the outside when we're there. I don't know if that applies to my connection to my avatar, but we need to ensure we don't waste resources when we're there, as we may there a while and can't easily leave." Moore says. "Nonetheless, I have every hope we can succeed. We're all much more than we were yesterday."

[Anastasia]

"When will we go?" Jetina asks, leaning forward a bit, "Now? Tomorrow?"

[Nephrite]

"I want to go as soon as possible..." Moore considers. "We all used sone strength against Torm, so we will go tomorrow." Moore says. "That gives me an opportunity to meet with Waukeen today."

[Anastasia]

Nods and agreement all around as...

Next move?

[Nephrite]

Knock on Brightwater's door and have a sit down with Waukeen unless she's visiting me.

[Anastasia]

Oh, don't fuss yourself. I'll be right over, I want to see some of this myself.

[Nephrite]

Moore will then wait at the entrance of Hope's Landing for her!

[Anastasia]

It is a great palanquin, carried on the backs of golden dragons. One with curtains of golden cloth and aglitter with gemstones, one large enough to house a castle within. It approaches Hope's Landing, a great and slow procession towards it.

[Nephrite]

This is a little bit much, even for you, isn't it? Moore thinks to himself.

Nevertheless, he flies at the entrance with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently, a broad smile on his face.

It wouldn't do to try and match this grandiose entrance -- and Moore couldn't manage it even if he wanted to, so humility will have to be his goal.