Chrysalis

So now I understand why I was warned about these people. They suck. It takes us over an hour to rise all the way up to the island, moving at a nice, controlled pace, and the Magpei swoop around yelling at us the entire time.

When one of them got tired and flew back up, another one would just come down! They were determined to ensure we were subject to a constant strain of threats, insults, and repeated dares to ‘come up ‘ere!’. How these people managed to survive at all is a miracle!

Do the ka’armodo put up with this level of nonsense? The golgari? The LEGION? Although, they aren’t monsters, far from it, they were here before the Rending took place, before there was mana on the surface. So… I suppose the Legion doesn’t care about them one way or the other.

We arrive on the island itself, to be greeted by more of the preening Magpei, while others continue to fly overhead haranguing us.

Eran steps forward to speak for us, and again, the brathian Dungeon Seer continues to provide a running translation. Though I wish they wouldn’t.

[As agreed in our discussions some weeks ago, we are here as part of our trade mission to the mightiest and most flourishing trade hubs of the stratum,] Eran declares.

I know for a fact we’re pretty much only here because it’s on the way to the Silver city. Nevertheless, I understand the urge to butter these people up. The Magpei seem difficult to get along with, to say the least.

The representative of the Wandering Isle leadership who came to greet us seems to be fairly typical of her people, from what I’ve seen so far. They don’t wear a lot of clothing, covering the essentials, basically, and she seems annoyed to be here, looking down on all of us.

[We ‘welcome’ you to OUR isle,] she says, sarcastically, glaring. [I hope you can get your business done and get the HECK out of here, quick!]

For some reason, she turns to glare at me.

[You think you’re all that? EYYY? All big ’n stuff? You aren’t tough!]

What the heck?!

[Anthony is here as a representative of his people, who have brought many wonderful and shiny things for you to purchase,] Eran attempts to soothe her.

Only one word seems to catch her attention.

[Shiny?!]

snaps around and her eyes

are we talkin’? If you’re pullin’ me leg, I’m gonna punch ya

from the other Magpei. I turn

to give me all

to it, then so do you,]

Yeesh.

nearest settlement, a border town called Mackaw, which is where imports and exports are handled, apparently. Every now and again, a new Magpei flies overhead, challenging us all to a

tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon,

trading guild, who is, mercifully, a human. He bows low and respectfully toward Eran as she draws near, greeting her with a wide smile,

to see you

are too kind, Eran. How is your esteemed husband,

thank you for

Such grace and beauty. Clearly,

little girl giggles

EY?] a nearby

and he slowly de-puffs before being distracted

trade arrangements, when and where the Colony will set up their temporary market and for how long. When it’s all said and done, I sneak a mind bridge over to the unbelievably polite man, Lowyn, who greeted us, just

the giant ant in front of

widen slightly as he turns toward

to meet you too,] he says, warmly. [I hope you and your people have

wanted to ask you. How the heck do

Lowyn smiles gently.

you are

was talking about the weather.

bad when you get used to them,] he assures me.

ground between the two of us, tangled around each other as they engage in a

lead you to the area designated for your people to rest. I hope you will find