Ione gets back to the Prime Material and checks in with the others. They are all very stressed and busy. Apparently the convention managed to go to shit in under a week, which is really much faster than she was expecting it to take. She borrows Naima's earrings and gets some tips on topics to listen for, then settles in to hear what people have been saying around Westcrown since she left.
The first topic she inquires about is the convention.
"- all kinds of monsters! A kobold, some beast with wings, more than one elf, I heard someone say something about a storm giant but thank A-a-Abadar that was just a rumor -"
"-Expect us to stand up to archdukes and monsters, well, they raised all the dead delegates after all so maybe it's true-"
"- got surprisingly used to being stuck in a room with all of the craziness but all the fluffy bunnies in Nirvana can know it that I'm worried it'll rub off on me -"
"—see the way he stood up to that Molthuni oathbreaker, isn't he so dreamy—"
" - three of them. It's a steady income, at least, though the night of the riots I was sure they'd come for us - "
"—know they won't all try to kill me, but I don't know how to tell which ones—"
"—heard one of them got hung for saying we shouldn't get rid of slavery, I think they're prosecuting it as diabolism — next month they'll be hanging the Fiducias as Mammonites—"
"-feel bad for him. Chelam isn't subtle, or wrong, that we ought to be starting some marriages and families, but I'm counting my blessings nobles are less ready to show me brothers and sons than a bachelor sisters and daughters-"
"- surprisingly reasonable, for civilization. I hadn't expected they'd actually raise her, so I suppose there is an iota of responsibility for we poor doomed fools known as 'delegates,' -"
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