----Oza Al'Alasi----
The beast finishes the crystal rather quickly, and comes back for another. You oblige, and it runs off again. It comes back once again, and sits down. It doesn't seem intent on staying. Still, it's rather small for an ore eater. You've only heard of five in existence, and they're rarely smaller than a mountain. The dwarves have cities established on four of the five, but you've heard the fifth was too dangerous. Apparently the size of a continent, or something like that. This little guy looks like he wouldn't harm anything unless he had to. Is it a he?
You decide to name it, before moving on.
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----Nessara Idyll----
Meppy keeps his previous tone and shape. He's all laughs now that he's figured out whatever he's been talking about.
"Ahahahahah! Help? How? I'm just a book! It's against my creed! Bahahah! I can't take it!"
He clears his throat after his little fit of laughter and shifts back to a less zany form and tone.
"Sorry little lady, I can't help you. Magic is everything but time, but time is everything. Chaos is nothing, but at the same time all. You can't learn chaos as a time, at least not as you are now. You need to lose a little before chaos can touch you."
----Lilith Zetal----
You follow the instructions of the woman. The building was rather mundane, but the forge that you saw consuming the bottom floor you now stand on is rather massive and artsy. It seems ancient as well, writings in old tongues you saw in the forests during your training line it in various areas. You never learned any of it, but it's still an impressive language to behold. The woman stands in front of the forge, and removes the cloak that concealed her body from you.
What you see is neither human, nor dwarf, nor elven. It's not even flesh and blood. The woman you were talking to now stands before you as one of the rare and elusive metal fairies from tales of the past. Her wings spread out, a transparent green, and her matching eyes pierce through you with extreme power. You suppose not all fairies had been wiped out in the purge that happened 10 generations prior.
----Panril Kriscaryn----
You open the door leading into the office, and are greeted immediately by a fyrm with his legs kicked up on a small desk. He points you to a stack of rocks.
"Well, a goblin eh? Not too rich of one by the looks of it. Hah! How'd a little guy like you survive so long with such a measly body? Well, not like it matters. Kid if you go into the frontier and survive, that little body you tout around with such pride will evolve into something like the body of a vicious fyrm like myself. All people going in have to pass a test. Can't have nobodies getting killed in there where we can't find'em, ah? There's a small box of enchanted stones in the corner. Take'em to the main gate and back here without any help, and I'll consider you accepted. You up for a little labor?"
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