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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shemeska" data-source="post: 3567862" data-attributes="member: 11697">[Just a note that some of the stuff being talked about here and in the next update is a tangent of sorts, and the 'loths and Phaedra's family issues aren't part of the SH2 metaplot, just a strong undercurrent that touches upon SH1 frequently. We'll get into their next 'job' as it were in due time, and it'll be a fun one.And while I tried to phrase certain things in such a way that they won't be in-your-face spoilers for SH1, some future plot events are alluded to, so count this as a spoiler tag.]***Tristol Starweather's school of magic was built in the Guildhall Ward, nestled between an adjacent guildhall and a line of buildings separating it and the Trianym. It wasn't a massive building, but for being less than a century old it was a rather nice size for it relative youth in ageless Sigil, and of a distinct style that more than distinguished it from the surrounding buildings in the district; suffice to say there weren't any other buildings with Halruaan architecture in Sigil. "So where are we going to meet him?" Phaedra asked as the walked past a pair of novice mages studying on the steps of the main entrance. “Did you tell him that we were coming?”“I sent him a sending earlier, I just didn’t say what it was about.” Velkyn shrugged. "I'm guessing his office should work so long as he doesn't surprise us and just randomly teleport in, which he might just do."And speaking of random, a pair of turns and they passed by one particularly unique office of one of the academy's part-time, on and off lecturers. Painted a dozen different colors and apparently transmuted into a number of different substances at different points in the past, the doorknob was on the wrong side and the bright brass nameplate was easily twice the size of any others that they'd seen before that point.Archlector/Xaositect Xtraordinaire/Wild Magic Instructor/Danger to the Public/Renbuu's Drinking Buddy/That Girl with the Hooves/"Achmage" Nisha Starweather Velkyn and Phaedra gave each other a pointed look as they passed by Tristol's wife's office door, very conspicuously walking faster and not even saying her name. "Yeah I'm not wanting to get into trouble either, and she brings it." Velkyn said. "Love her to death, but not when I'm just back in Sigil.""How true." Phaedra said, remembering the last time that she'd met the tiefling when her sister Tina showed up with Nisha in tow. "And since we're avoiding saying her name, I never quite understood why that applied to her. Does anyone know just how she does that?""Beats me." Velkyn replied with a shrug. "I don't think her husband knows either actually. He was stumped when I asked him. But somehow she knows when you're talking about her, and can listen in when you do, just like he can, except we know why he can. Maybe she can tap in to his ability, or... you know I'm content to say it's just because she's who she is and leave it at that."Several flights of stairs and a levitating platform later and they were walking through the upper tiers of the school's central tower, slowly winding their way past murals and statues of famous wizards and not so famous wizards who'd contributed to the body of magical lore deemed fit by the school's master. Eventually as they drew closer and closer to said wizard's office, their pace slowed and they mentally prepped for how they'd approach the topic, what they'd say, and what points to touch upon when trying to convince Tristol to accept their wayward Thayan.A few minutes later they arrived and it seemed as though they'd managed to catch him at a good time as they approached his office: there wasn't a long line of students waiting to speak with him, nor any other wizards wishing to do the same for whatever reason. If he wasn't busy, preoccupied, or otherwise stressed then all the better and he'd take their little sin of omission that much more smoothly.They'd never mentioned that their new apprentice for the school was both from Toril, from Thay, and a member of the Red Wizards. Tristol's history with them wasn't all that chipper.Velkyn knocked on the door and waited. A moment passed and he shrugged and tentatively knocked a second time, only to be interrupted by the flash of a teleport as they vanished and reappeared inside Tristol's study."Well that was different." Phaedra said as she smiled at the archmage she'd grown up calling "Uncle Tristol".The aasimar was dressed rather unassumingly for someone of his stature and power, with only a silver holy symbol of Mystra standing out as something that might not be in place on an apprentice mage. From the tips of his ears down to the soft side to side twitch of the tail he had courtesy of a vulpinal ancestor, he didn't seem to play the part and many people might have thought him a mage of a fraction of his ability except for the fact that he hadn't aged in the past century and a half, and that looking at him with any detection spells was almost blinding.Suffice to say, the red wizard they had in their bag of holding could have gotten worse teachers."Hi there Uncle Tristol!" Phaedra and Velkyn both said with a smile as they exchanged quick hugs and handshakes before the mage looked at them with an expression usually reserved for a parent who knew that their kids wanted something."So what's up?" He asked, tilting his head a bit."Well..." Velkyn began. "So we went out on our first paid job!"Tristol smiled. Another generation was growing up and it was good to see them striking out on their own. "So how was it?""Um... a little dark. A little dank. You know dungeon crawls." Velkyn said, motioning with his hand. "There was a succubus - but Phae took care of it."Phaedra made a face and pantomimed some of the succubus's body language just before emphatically pantomiming her own beating of the fiend.Velkyn gestured to the half 'loth's physical hyperbole. "Kinda like that actually.""Seems that you handled things rather well then." Tristol said, "Needs more magic though. Everything's better with magic.""But you're biased." Phaedra complained, dropping her mime. "And she was ethereal and that seemed like the best idea at the time.""It seemed appropriate to do..." The smile grew wider and his ears perked. "I think your mom would be proud.""Hopefully. That sounds appropriate for her." Phaedra's smiled and then her whiskers twitched, "I need to go see dad again probably."Tristol shrugged. "And I doubt he'd have a problem with you beating up tanar'ri either."They chuckled and Tristol went about hearing a rundown of just what they'd been up to in the Great Dale, though they judiciously left out details on their employers, that they'd met a Rakshasa in the City-at-the-Center, and just what they'd recovered from Nergal's tomb. For his part however, Tristol didn't pry too terribly much on anything except for anything unique and magical that they'd seen, and that was when mention of the Thayans seemed virtually unavoidable.There was an awkward pause as both Phaedra and Velkyn turned to look at one another. There wasn't really any way of putting the question off any further."And um. I uh..." Velkyn began. " We had something to ask you about.""Reeeeally?" Tristol asked, folding his arms and giving a mock stern look. "What about if I might be so bold as to ask?"How to break it to him, how to break it to him... the question rattled around Velkyn's head as he put on his best face and tried to appeal to Tristol's notions about the role of magic."Yeah - see..." He began, "Years ago now, when you were first teaching me, remember all that stuff you said about teaching the Art, spreading it to others and all that?"Absolutely. Appeal to their past as student and teacher and appeal to his status as a Chosen of his goddess."Yeah?" Tristol's ears twitched and except for the fact that both Velkyn and Phaedra were immune to such magic, he'd have otherwise been combing through their surface thoughts."Well, so as you can probably guess from that, we found someone on our first job who uh - needs some teaching.""Just come out and ask me." Tristol thought, "There's no need to hold back on me here. I'm not likely to say no. You know how I am. If they want to learn, I'll teach them." "Great!" The archmage said as his tail swished gently behind him. "Where is he?"Phaedra glanced at Velkyn and then at the bag of holding that they had the Thayan stuffed into."Well, he's in my bag of holding." Velkyn explained. "But before I bring him out you've got to promise me something.""And what would that be?""Just give him a chance ok?"Tristol's ears lay back against his head and his tail stopped twitching. "Wait, do I need to know something here?""I uh..." Velkyn looked off to one side and muffled his voice. "I borrowed a red wizard."Tristol's ears perked and then immediately went flat again. "-What-?"Both Phaedra and Velkyn didn't meet the wizard in the eyes, muttering guiltily, "We... borrowed a red wizard.""You borrowed a -what-?""A red wizard...""..." Tristol just stared at them blankly and as if on cue in the suddenly descending silence, Velkyn and Phaedra broke into grins of attempted innocence."Velkyn..." Tristol began with a serious tone and a sigh. "You don't 'borrow' a red wizard. Did they even come willingly? Is there going to be a Zulkir showing up at my doorstep again?""Well he was a pity case... I mean come on!" Velkyn pleaded, rationalized, and explained. "He was left, drained by undead to within an inch of his life at the edge of the Lethwood. His so-called master..." He sneered at the mention. "...His so-called master killed one of the other apprentices as a sacrifice in order to bypass a ward, and the rest of them fled when he died. He's alone and he doesn't have anywhere to go."Phaedra joined in with her own call for some mercy. "His own compatriots left him there to die of exposure so they wouldn't face the competition! They left him there so they wouldn't be slowed down in getting to their former master's spellbooks and anything else he owned that they wanted to loot.""Velkyn." Tristol began with a look in his eyes like a teacher about to correct a mistaken pupil. "A red wizard. You know how I...""Yeah." Velkyn cut him off. "But isn't it the Lady of Mysteries teaching to give the Art to -everyone-?"That hit home, and Tristol's features softened for a moment. It was true that one of Mystra's precepts was to spread the use of magic and to foster its development regardless on some level of the morality of the person using it. Magic was magic, and even if Thay's megalomaniacal wizards' culture disgusted Tristol, if we was going to live by his goddess's teachings, he'd be remiss to not give one rogue Thayan a chance.Phaedra chipped in with another comment to butter him up and appeal to his ego. "And he can learn from a much better master in you than he would from one in Thay. Better you than Thrul or Tam.""..." Tristol was tempted to whine like a puppy wearing wizards' robes. They had him and he couldn't really say no. "We'll see what they have to say about it.""Is that a yes?" Velkyn asked. "Promise?""Yeah." Tristol held up his hands in a gesture of graceful submission, "Bring him on out."A moment later and Dakros was out of the bag of holding and picking himself up off the floor, flanked on both sides by the individuals that his experiences identified as that creepy half-drow wizard and the dog-headed sorceress he'd seen. He didn't notice any of the others, but their tiefling Shar worshipper -yes he'd noticed- was probably lurking somewhere behind him to stab him in the back if he said anything wrong. His life in Thay had made him expect certain things about how the world worked, and he assumed that tutelage anywhere else beyond his magocracy's borders would operate on similar principles. He tried to avoid looking up at the wizard standing in front of him, simply keeping his head down, prepared to accept whatever terms of indenture his new master might request in exchange for tutelage in the Art."Do you know who I am boy?" Tristol looked down at the Thayan and moved his chin up with a bit of telekinesis so the younger mage would look into his eyes.The would-be apprentice took measure of the wizard standing in front of him: average height, fussy blond hair, no sparkle of dozens of magical objects, no bejeweled staff, no demons in thrall, not even an ioun stone or two. He peered a bit closer and wracked his brain, trying to think if the man with what looked like fox ears and a tail might be one of the hengeyokai mages of Telflammar off to Thay's east. No such luck though, and as he looked up into the wizard's face he shook his head.Velkyn and Phaedra looked at Tristol and then at one another and shrugged. Tristol had been in Sigil or Arborea a lot rather than back on Toril, so no big surprise that the Thayan might not recognize his face."Don't recognize me?" Tristol waited a moment more and then prompted him with a name, "I'm Tristol Starweather."A few moments passed and the Thayan didn't have so much as a flicker of recognition pass over his face."You don't have a clue who I am do you?" Tristol asked with a surprised look passing over his face as Phaedra suppressed a giggle.The red wizard shook his bald and tattooed head in the negative."Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." Tristol said. "Thay isn't on good terms with Alasra, you'd know her as the Simbul or Aglarond's Wytch Queen, and so I suppose that your teachers wouldn't necessarily be keen to talk about any of Mystra's other Chosen."The Thayan blinked and looked at Tristol in a bit of a different light suddenly as if his mind had tumbled to some understanding about who the man standing over him actually was.Tristol smiled, "Yes, I'm -that- Tristol Starweather.""Archmage Starweather..." The Thayan said with an expression of wonder crossing his face. "You're her husband?"Tristol deflated like a popped balloon. "What?!" He stuttered."Nisha Starweather, the great archmage. You're her husband?""Excuse me?" Tristol asked, flabbergasted. "You've heard of Nisha but you haven't heard of me? What sort of rotten teacher did you actually have? I mean..."Tristol continued on much to the innocent detriment of the Thayan who could do little but sit and take it, while behind him, Velkyn and Phaedra lost any attempt at being spooky or intimidating as they both started to snicker. It was also about that time that a clip-clopping of hooves announced the arrival of the apparently much vaunted "Archmage" Nisha Starweather.She peered around the door and waved at Velkyn and Phaedra, "I heard my name being called in vain and... Tristol are you collecting Thayan's again?"The red wizard went pale as he heard her voice, "Don't let her send the chaos imps after me! I've heard what she can do! I'll do anything!"Tristol of course could only look at his wife, smile at her and then give a completely flabbergasted look at the poor Thayan whose magical education must have been written by a dullard, or an imp, or a tiefling with an imp. This was going to be a challenge.Nisha smiled and waved, and the multicolored miasma perched on her shoulder in a constant state of flux momentarily snapped into the cohesive shape of a purple fairy-dragon to grin and wiggle its fingers at the spooked Thayan. Indeed, she had a chaos imp."Why has he heard of you and not me?" Tristol turned to her and asked."Whatever happened I didn't do it." She said as a sort of stock reply as she sorted out what was actually going on with respect to what she'd heard earlier after her name had been mentioned before she'd arrived. "I've been playing Factol all day.""Meet a new apprentice of mine." Tristol said, motioning down to the Thayan.Nisha waved and so did the chaos imp, causing the red wizard to jerk back with a sharp and incredibly undignified shriek as he tried to hide behind the actual archmage as opposed to the "archmage"."Assuming you'd like to be apprenticed to me?" Tristol asked, looking down once more and moving his tail. "It's a better fate than sending you back to Thay I think.""He could be my apprentice too you know." Nisha suggested. "I've never had one, unless you count Tina. But that was more a case of her following me around and me not complaining. If he wants to learn about wild magic I can...""Sir, I'll be your apprentice." The Thayan blurted out. "If you'll have me. Please."Tristol smiled and his wife stuck out her tongue. "Hey, at least he's heard of me.""And you frightened him!" Tristol replied. "He thought you were going to have that bloody imp eat him or something.""Infamy is still recognition though." She said with a gleam in her eyes as her tail twitched with its ubiquitous little silver bell at the tip rattling merrily."And that's what I don't understand. Why? Why has he heard of you and not me."Velkyn looked to Phaedra and caught her eye. "I think this is when we excuse ourselves and leave them to sorting that out.""Yeeeah..." Phaedra nodded and inched towards the door. "Much safer that way."***Ten minutes later they were out of the school and on their way, having metaphorically washed their hands of the Thayan in a way that they were quite happy with, and which they were certain that Tristol's new apprentice would be equally appreciative with given time, and given not too many impromptu visits by Nisha's familiar."Well that went well I think!" Velkyn said to Phaedra as they walked back to the Lady's Ward. "He didn't hurl him over the side or turn him into a mouse or anything.""Since when did Tristol do that?" Phaedra asked. "Meteor swarms are more his style. Anything with more... flair... if that's the appropriate word is usually something his wife does.""How very true." Velkyn replied, adding after a pause, "Not that she knows how she does it of course."Phaedra shook her head. "That's frightening. That really is. Crazy people with power, even amusingly crazy people, make me nervous. And I say that with great irony given my parents."Velkyn grinned. Power yes, but saying that her father was crazy or amusingly crazy wasn't entirely accurate. In fact it wasn't accurate at all, but of course they were talking about him in public, even if they didn't name him, so that sentiment was believable so far as public speculation went. A'kin might be eccentric, but that was where it ended. He just saw fit to perpetuate the notion of it otherwise. A'kin was A'kin and that was that, and the irony was that A'kin was going to figure into what Phaedra would be doing over the next hour.***Once they returned to the Fortune's Wheel and got back to their new rooms they were both eager to settle in and eventually continue setting the place up as they saw fit. Velkyn ordered some food and wine through the inn's room service, eager to dispel Tristol's firm belief that the Fortune's Wheel's food was wretched, and Phaedra said hello to the others and then retreated into her room and locked the door.Sitting down on her bed she propped up some pillows behind her back and got comfortable, taking out the scroll case that she'd been given by the proselytizing 'loth in Center. "I'm going to regret this..." She said as she toyed with the carved ends of the case, tracing a claw over the metal.Really it was against her better judgment that she'd even taken it in the first place, and her father had vociferously warned her to stay as far away as she could from "those delusional fanatics dancing to the Oinoloth's siren-song". But even though her father had repeatedly given his opinion of that sect of his race, passionately so each time, and she had little reason to doubt his opinion about how dangerous they might be, she was still curious. Even if the scroll was pure screed, she'd know what it was about, and she'd be informed and all that much the wiser when needing to deal with or avoid them at any later date.Fanatics or fanatics, delusional or not, the 'loth blood running in her veins was bubbling in her brainpan with a damnably lustful curiosity."Here goes stupidity." Phaedra mumbled to herself as she curled her tail off to one side, nestled up against the pillows a bit more and unscrewed the end of the scroll case to retrieve its contents.Her first look at the scroll as it slipped into her hands should have been enough, given that it was "penned" onto a fine and supple sheet of leather. It was human by the look of it, and that the words seemed to have been branded into the flesh by a white-hot stylus while the victim had still been alive, given the manner of scarring and discoloration that ringed the words like a perverse halo of something distinctly unsaintly.“What is it you want?”The first words were written larger than the text that followed, and in a more ornate version of the script used to inscribe the 'loth tongue. The words were a quotation and something of a mantra to those who'd penned the scroll."I know what it is and He knows what it is for He resides in each and every one of us. He was the greatest of us all and every drop of blood we spill, every cry of misery provoked and cherished, every soul we damn and corrupt is a sacrifice upon His altar. We do this in emulation and remembrance of Him.He calls us still from His place beyond this world. He tells us of the supremacy of Evil and we as its heralds. He promises power and favor to we His children, and all that He asks from us in return is worship and adherence to that which we are at our core: that tiny spark of Him that exists within us.As His chosen, as His beloved, as His vessel within this world I will give you purpose and power if you worship Him and obey me as the conduit and receptacle of His wisdom. In return I will reward the chosen and the pure, as you are His favored, and I will give no mercy to those who do not. I am the rightful ruler of us all and in the darkness of your heart you know this to be true.“So tell me, what is it you want?” - Shylara the Manged, Oinoloth of the Waste, Priestess and Whore of The EbonPhaedra's first reaction was an emphatic snort, followed by a round of laughter as she shook her head and glanced over a following table of depravities including specific sacrifices, the spread of evil sorcery amongst mortals, the temptation of celestials, and ritualized copulation for the sole purpose of breeding half-fiends for sacrifice. The list was long and only a sense of revulsion kept her eyes from glazing over with disinterest in its call to make her embrace the Oinoloth's creed."Sure..." She chuckled, eyes narrowed. "You'd probably take me as a sacrifice in a heartbeat if you knew what I was. You probably weren't even aware of the other half of my blood you delusional..."She trailed off and stared at the page. It wasn't out of a realization that when the 'loth in Center had spoken to her that its words and tone carried a rock-solid understanding that she wasn't entirely yugoloth, but rather it was the words on the page itself because she'd realized that each individual character was composed of a multitude of minute runes each woven together, with the singed halo of burn flesh masking their individual identities and presenting a layer of text composed of something else entirely.The page shimmered and a second layer of text appeared as she concentrated upon the words. The artistic text composed of text wasn't readable, and it didn't appear to be intended to be so at all, but it scribed an obscuring magic across the scroll's true contents, presumably to shield it from the eyes of anyone not desired to casually peruse its message."What the hell..." Phaedra whispered with apprehension as her ears slowly retreated back along the side of her skull.The revealed text was written in a bizarre form of yugoloth, words within words written in flowing, artistic designs that shifted in a progression of sickening, cavorting figures as each line was read and each block of text deciphered and understood. The pages danced beneath her eyes and with each revealed horror, the page was speaking to Phaedra with a telepathic resonance embedded into the scroll, pumping directly into her mind with its author's words."Hello my wayward little one." The words were spoken in a calm, charismatic female yugoloth's voice that exuded malice and felt both cold and abhorrent at the same time that it felt comforting and seductive, likely a product of her dual-natured essence. And what was more, there was a disturbing aftereffect to the spoken words, echoes that resonated in the back her mind, speaking in a trio of voices, each of them alternate manifestations of the Oinoloth's voice. Distinct and concurrent, the words were screamed with a psychotic, manic rage; they were wept in abject, soul-rending misery and despair; they were alternately whimpered in ecstasy and screamed in agony as if she were being tortured and mutilated during the spasms of copulation.Phaedra wanted to throw the scroll away and burn it to naught but ashes, but she couldn't. The scroll held her arms rigid and her mind locked into the stored psychosis of its twisted author, and there was little she could do but shut her eyes to the images on the page and wait for the voice to end as the magic's metaphorical wick burnt to its end and released her.    Hello my little flawed and impure one. Listen to my words and then listen to your heart and the blood that pumps through their veins. Hear me now and then hear me there in the thrum of rushing crimson, in the flutter of valves, and within your thoughts. Listen well and let my words awaken that which you can become if you will only follow.Purity of purpose. Purity of malice. Purity of depravity. Purity of misery. Purity of Self and Race. Purity of EVIL. Purity above all. Purity is all we have and all that we are.Reach into yourselves and ask yourselves the question that defines us: What is it you want? Embrace the question and embrace your agony as a cog of the oblivion of morality, a disciple of that which is inevitable and eternal, a disciple of He that shall remain when all is cold and void and despair.He is what we have always lacked and He promises us a place in what is to come. Deny Him and you deliver yourself to oblivion and irrelevance; you become the dross and slag to be rejected from the mold of the pure when this multiverse is reforged according to His will, according to Our will. And will is all that there is in this life.What is it you want? That is now my question. These are now my words.“And we Yugoloths, we are free. I am free. Embrace the question, embrace your desires, embrace yourself. Elevate your Hellbound soul as you prostrate yourself in chains before that which we embody. For it is the question that drives us.”You have been deceived. We have all been deceived. Those who created us as children, the Baernaloths, they have always told us that we were their favored and their chosen. We were to be exalted above all others, a special place made for us amongst the cosmos, a purpose. We are nothing to them but tools and puppets. There is no place for us in their aims. They do not reserve a favored role for us in their multiverse. We are nothing to them. But they made us too well you see, and now He has now become something greater than they are capable of becoming or understanding. He has seen The Source that birthed us all, they and us both, and He will give us what they will never provide. We are to become greater than our makers, to polish our knives as we kneel before them, to deceive while we grovel and then to rut upon their graves when we have erased them as irrelevant in the path of Evil that we forge for ourselves at His direction.Do not believe that The Ebon failed. No. All was according to His will and He has become something greater than any could have foreseen. Do not believe the whispers of celestials and fools, nor the dictates of the General and the Tower, all of whom say that He failed. He did not fail, and I wait and I watch for the signs of his influence to manifest themselves in this world. I am cold, I am abandoned, but I am never alone…Seek His whispers and His presence. Go the Vale of Frozen Ashes and find yourself there. Go and listen and there be made pure. And when you have, you shall know what you must do my children.5 was 4 and 3 was 1. Out of 1 we are many; out of 2 there comes 3, and out of those 4 that were there is made but one who we embody.These glorious perversions that we are, “We are perfection born of horror. Out of purposeless agony is born purpose, out of meaninglessness is born meaning. Out of pain we arise to turn the multiverse upon the spit once more. The cycle repeats over and over and the planes fuel our hunger against all reason. Out of their miseries we emerge. Out of their agony We exist.”The voice in her head trailed off with a combination of a death rattle and a final exhalation of carnal pleasure, and as the magic died, there was a palpable feeling of a hand cradling her cheek and clutching the fingers that held the scroll and its tainted theology. The Oinoloth's words festered in her mind like crawling insects and spreading contagion worming their way across her senses, and then as the magic expired they were suddenly gone and she was left mercifully alone.Looking down at the scroll-case with a sense of disgust and revulsion, Phaedra shuddered and knocked it to the floor. Why the hell was half of her heritage as f*cked up as it seemed to be, and why did both of them want to bring her into the fold so to speak? The 'loths were just more open about their lust, and those 'loths who followed the Oinoloth were even more fanatical than the rest of their ever-damned ilk."That's f*cked in the head..." She half muttered, half snarled. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Caught between two diametric opposites, she felt trapped between racial goals and innate feelings, and despite the wish to follow her own path, neither side of her heritage was willing to let her go peacefully.Parental advice was always something that confused, conflicted, wayward and wondering children could always turn to, but in Phaedra's case... the situation was unique and she wasn't altogether certain how much help it would be. Her mother was a partially fallen lupinal, and her father... her father was A'kin and she supposed it was an open question of just what he was. As unique as her parents were, they'd produced children as unique as themselves. It was frightening that Phaedra was the most normal of a trio of siblings: she was sandwiched in balance between 'loth and guardinal blood, while her brother Rhodwyn had solidly rejected the ‘loths and had –so far as she’d last heard- toyed with joining the Order of the Planes Militant and had largely abandoned his family in the process, and then there was Tina who was cheerfully, gleefully insane and nowadays running with the Xaositects.She frowned again and her mind wandered back to when she'd met with her father the previous time that she'd been back in Sigil.***</blockquote>

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