"I don't believe so."

"Very well, then. I believe someone is hovering outside, waiting for us to finish."

She'll get the door, if there's no more to add, whereupon Ferris turns out to be in the corridor.

    "—are you done, I don't need to interrupt?" he says.

"I believe so."

"My lady wants to meet you," he says. "If you'll come with me?"

He nods and follows.

Wall Lady Rafaema is a Drake with shimmering teal scales. She's wearing dark green patterned armor matched to her colouration, no helmet, but a spear at her side. If Blai has picked up on reading Drake ages by now, she looks young: comfortably adult, but not yet in her prime. The most striking feature, however, is her wings. They're fully fledged, thick and almost sculpted; even folded up behind her, they take up a volume of the room.

She's standing by a window, accompanied by two guards. When Blai enters, Ferris following behind, she turns.

"Is this him?" she asks Ferris. She looks at Blai. Walks towards him, waving off her guards as they try to bid caution. "Select Artigas."

"Wall Lady Rafaema," he replies, inclining his head politely.

"I read your story," she says. "If half of it is true, you are a very interesting man."

"That one article? It didn't have any major factual inaccuracies."

"What it doesn't say is more interesting than what it does. Do you come from a land of humans, in your world?"

"Humans are the majority in my home country and in almost all our neighbors, yes."

"Why do you insist on staying in Liscor, when you could have stayed in Khelt or traveled north to find a human city? It's clear at this point that you have the means."

"I liked it in Khelt, but I don't think I am necessary there in the long term. As for going north, human cities are not all alike and there are many possible human cities I would like much less well than Liscor."

"I hear most humans find Drakes and Gnolls offputting, our food unpalatable, and Drake customs prudish and confrontative."

"I do have to take some care when purchasing groceries."

"Where do you see yourself in five years?"

"I don't know. If I become able to cast more powerful spells in that time, possibly back on Golarion, but seeking out that kind of power on purpose is a high risk activity so I don't intend to deliberately pursue an adventuring career for the purpose, it'll depend on whether problems it is incumbent on me to solve appear and I survive addressing them."

She looks off to the side. "You're not in a hurry to get anywhere. No family? Not interested in your political calling?"

"I'm not close to my family. I am already very late for my political calling, and if the archmage who organized it wanted me very particularly I expect that my attempting to reach him in turn would make no difference."

She's silent for a few more moments.

"How does a man like you become the commander of a border fort?"

"I was very committed to holding the border and never presented a disciplinary problem, and occasionally that factored into promotion decisions. The border was an unpopular posting, a lot of people who could have had the command of a fort preferred to be elsewhere entirely and spent their resources on angling for that."

"Then why were you selected for political position?"

"They wanted clerics and the country had something of a shortage for historical reasons."

"They wanted [Clerics] for government?"

"I am not fully clear on the nature of the project. I think the capacity was meant to be more like an advisory one than like rulership."