Sharis:Chronia grows increasingly excited as you tell your tales. With every flex her expression dances between curiosity, surprise, and delight. She is well drunk by now. Her breath falls from her lips like cold mist, and she wipes her lips.
"You're truly just as amazing a Triton as I would've believed," she commends you. "I'm so glad to hear the Tritons devote themselves to heroism, and to noble goals. I think it suits them, and...well as
penance goes it should alleviate their guilt in the eyes of history." She smiles. "We don't all get that chance. I hope you do get to make up for your people's mistakes..."
"And to be sure, the rescue of the famous Three Goddesses would be such a feat, worthy of your great power. But there are a number of problems, and I doubt your quest will end how you think it will end."
Ashen begins to protest, but a clearly annoyed Chronia motions for her to be silent, so she obeys. "Enough of you, Priestess," Chronia hisses.
"My sisters and I have pretty strange relationships with the world around us. I'm sure you felt something when I left my room. I can hardly travel the Maze without disrupting the flow of
time.
Zamia, beloved by all, and
Charity, the ender of strife, have similar situations. And even if we did make it back outside, I only fear everything would start back up again.
The Triarchy, reborn?" She spits. "No, we're better than that now."
"Also, you really think you can kill
Psathyrella Medusae, anyway?" She looks worried for you. "Oh, sweet hero. Armies have tried.
Gods have fallen in the attempt. No, don't underestimate Ella. That's always the first and last mistake."
"But...perhaps you won't leave empty handed? I have something to grant a noble warrior, in return for a favor. It is said my tears have an affect craved by mortals. Have you heard of the Tears of Time?"
Lai Shan:The
hourglass men observe the room calmly.
Beyond them on the far North wall is a half-shattered glass curio cabinet stuffed with aged books and knick-knacks.