The next day, a thoroughly refreshed Alaedra, her body feeling better than ever, makes her way without incident to Surtur's. It is there that she sees a small crowd of onlookers gathered, waiting for her, but also, there is a small... thing. An implike creature made from pure chunks of some kind of rock or crystal, sparking and burning merrily. It has bleary red eyes, and its mouth seems to be filled with a powdered form of the rock, breathing out small puffs as it speaks.<br/><br/>"So, you'd be the one, eh? The one for the demo, showing our skills off to the crowd? Name is Dread Quagmire, Bane of Mortals and Queller of Dreams. But you can call me Quag."<br/><br/>He speaks in a rough, deep voice, and extends one hand to shake, the flames moving away from that limb and gathering towards the torso.