Chrysalis

Satrap Umizan, leader of the Brathian Island Conglomerate, turns out to be a festively plump chap, covered in jewellery and floating fabrics that sparkle with unearthly light. He’s an impressive sight, that’s for sure, but all the expensive accoutrements don’t quite manage to distract me from the fact he’s the only chubby brathian I’ve ever seen. Is it a point of pride or something? Only he can afford to get fat? A symbol of his status?

I want to ask. I really want to ask. I know I shouldn’t, obviously, but the guy is right there in front of me. It’s not like I can’t look at him.

[The Satrap bids you welcome to his city. He hopes you find your stay to be commodious and well priced.]

[We’re paying for this? You invited us!]

[It’s a traditional greeting. Now he is speaking of our trade agreement. He hopes there will be a great deal of mutual profit for years to come, allowing both our peoples to prosper.]

[I can agree with him on that.]

At this point, the beaming Satrap claps his hands together and a host of servers emerge from behind pillars and seemingly from out of trapdoors. They come out of nowhere! Each of them bears some sort of dish or drink which they begin to dispense amongst the gathered dignitaries and officials. Beside me, Enid gratefully accepts something that kind of looks like some sort of fish on a cracker? But the cracker is wet? The brathian themselves seem fine to move in and out of our bubble, perfectly able to breathe within the water or the air.

It’s a bit cramped for me, so I have to keep my legs tucked close to my body, but overall, I’m enjoying myself. It’s interesting getting to meet new people.

To one side, Beyn is grandly gesturing, really starting to warm up his vocals in discussion with a bemused-looking brathian lady. Before he can really get going, I sidle over and prod him with an antenna, much to his conversation partner’s shock.

[Relax a little,] I admonish him. [What are you going to tell them, ‘The Great One is an amazing, divine creature?’. It’s going to be a hard sell when I’m standing right here, my legs folded so I don’t get my antennae wet.]

grace is abundant to all who perceive

the hapless court official… or big shot trader, more likely. She does look quite unnerved. I resist the urge to reach out with a mind bridge

I am are typically more than a match for an individual, even a powerful one, or so I’m told. Anyone connecting to me runs the risk of me battering their mind

Road, this story should

the caution, but it makes the whole thing a bit boring, since

swaggers over to me, a bevy of unhappy-looking mages in his

while swimming? I honestly can’t

some muttered protestations, some careless waving away of

there, how are things? Any chance I can get some food?

were hungry apparently wasn’t the relaxing opening I

food… will be provided. I… I am Olivis, the Dungeon Seer who serves the

recently. Crazy what you can learn. Anyways, the Satrap is

powerful man who we do not like to risk. I…

generously wave

bit. Although, I’m serious about some food, everything is bite sized, for me. Any chance I

impatient with the delay, a new and

Olivis, you’re taking forever! Hello there,

[Anthony.]

Anthony! Welcome to my city. I have to say,

Because of the rumours about my incredibly shiny