Crossed swords

[Anastasia]

'That...is an acceptable offer.' The voice finally says, as a door slides open on the side of the metal wagon dome.

[Corwin]

Seira climbs in, all smiles!

[Anastasia]

inside is a comfortable carriage. Padded seats and windows to view out, in spite of there being no windows on the outside. An arcanaloth sits here, a book open in his lap. His canine face is brownish and he wears tiny spectacles. He looks on at you with a neutral expression, "And you would be Donald, Ranbar and Amaryl," he concludes quietly.

[Corwin]

"Quite so," Seira agrees, taking a seat opposite him. "How did you end up coming across Pilgrim's Folly?"

[Anastasia]

Amaryl rests as well, a respectful if not kind nod to your host.

Donald sprawls out, comfortable as he can be in full armor.

Ranbar sits next to you, keeping quiet.

"I'm curious about that, too," Donald adds.

"I once had reason to research it ages ago," Is the fiend's answer, voice soft and crisp. "It is not impossible to find again if you are insightful."

[Corwin]

"What did your research tell you about its inhabitants?" Seira asks curiously.

[Anastasia]

"At the time, it had none," Is the answer, "But those come and go as ages pass. I found remnants of fiends of all kinds, ogres and the undead."

[Corwin]

"Anything interesting about the local geography?" Seira asks, musing that it will probably return to an empty state shortly.

[Anastasia]

"The gravity gets stronger deeper in the cube," Is the answer, "It is not well known, for few make it deep within its depths."

[Corwin]

Seira nods her understanding, waiting for her first glance at the cube.

[Anastasia]

Want to skip along then unless the trip has something eventful?

[Corwin]

Yes

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 3 > [d100=3]

It's a peaceful trip - mostly when Donald and your host manage a fairly civil conversation about arcane theory, anyway. You look out and there it is - a vast cube far in the distance, glimpsed at the very edge of your vision now.

[Corwin]

Well, seems like their host kept up his end of the deal!

[Anastasia]

"We approach," Your host echos, as the wagon slows. "I will go no further, your own power will suffice from here."

Amaryl rises with a curt nod, while Ranbar merely says, "Thank you."