Planet Zar: Nexus

⦿ Jaseu sits in his house, leaning into the deep cushions of his favorite high-backed chair, leg crossed over his knee. He regards Bielyr, the murdon, through the milky glass of his monocle.

⦿ Jaseu: How does this benefit you, exactly?

⦿ Bielyr: You don't seem to have much interest in going off world.

⦿ Jaseu: I've got everything I need right here.

⦿ Nathaniel might have different opinions on that, adventurous young man that he was. Bielyr didn't need to be aware of this, although she may have gleaned the notion from Jaseu's surface thoughts. One of the pitfalls of dealing with murdon.

⦿ Bielyr: And you'll owe me if I do this. Almost all the good treasure comes through you one way or another. If it's old murdon shit, pre-catastrophe, I want it.

⦿ Jaseu: A steep price

⦿ Bielyr: Is it?

⦿ Jaseu: There's no guarantee I'll come away from this with a dragon - nevermind one capable of teleporting. I'm certain these individuals don't like being sought after like tools.

⦿ Bielyr: Seems like an issue you need to sort, not me. My offer's on the table. I take you with me to this Checkerboard Ball, hopefully we all come out of it with a bond, and you're in my pocket.

⦿ Jaseu: You'll bring my son and my grandson as well

⦿ Bielyr frowns.

⦿ Bielyr: My ship is small

⦿ Jaseu tilts his head. He won't accept a different proposal. Bielyr narrows her eyes at him, fronds curling angrily, but nods.

⦿ Bielyr: All right. Do they even want to come? I thought your sort weren't fond of humans and there's bound to be hundreds of them there.

⦿ Zarujse presents himself from the shadows of the room, a slick smile spreading his face.

⦿ Zarujse: We adore humans, and I'm certain uncle Nathaniel will be as excited about a ball as I am.