OOC<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/2f/92/012f92557e0fcb39b7eebd212ab149a8.jpg)</div>Prime smiled at Falgrim's remarks about needing a few more folks.<strong>"Yes. You are quite right.  I can shape reality.  However, I cannot fine-tune aspects of reality.  Perhaps you all will quest for some craftspeople who can fine tune my reality."</strong><br/><br/>Prime chuckled at Mae's questions.<strong>"Ah, the Engineer "</strong>she gestured to Falgrim,<strong>"Ever practical and the Scientist searching for the answers.  I think you both shall be fine additions to my world."</strong>Prime cast Drip a speculative look.<strong>"I suppose every world needs a diplomat or two."</strong><br/><br/>Prime replied to Mae,<strong>"You ask about motivations and reaching your true potential.  Let me spin you a little tale. There once was a fair Elven maiden betrothed to an Elven Lord.  It would be for but a Century or two and hopefully a child or two.  She felt she had the potential to be more than merely a Lady.  She consorted with all sorts - Humans, Half-Orc, even a Warforged or two.  When she returned, she was so powerful that none would force her to do their bidding. Eventually, her people gave her the highest honor of all - to be one of the undying. She was providing her people advice down through the ages.  Again, she was not content with her station in life.  She left again to embark on a great new adventure.</strong><br/><br/><strong>"As to your renumeration.  I shall grant you each a magical item on your return."</strong>Then she gave Drip a speculative look,<strong>"You know Satyr, you awake feelings in me that I no longer thought were possible."</strong>Drip was not quite sure whether she was talking about gratitude or lust.  However, her gaze was something like a mouse must have felt when they earned the speculative gaze of a cat.<strong>"So, I shall reward you, above all others.  Although as they say, with high rewards come high expectations."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Your reward shall be some advice.  A bit of alcohol has lubricated more diplomatic agreements than an Ocean of Blood.  While some may disdain Elven wine or Dwarven Ale, few would gainsay Human  whiskey."</strong><br/><br/>Prime smiled at the group,<strong>"And watch the first step, it's a long one."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/d2/c0/70d2c0b28a090b5e8ffe9989cabb0671.jpg)</div><br/>One moment, they were standing in the cave listening to Prime.  Then the lights went out, and there was a feeling like they were falling.  Then the group found themselves standing in a small clearing amid some woods.  However, things had changed. Natasha was astride her horse, and Drip had the lead to a donkey that he knew instinctively had a couple of barrels of fine Human Whiskey.<br/><br/>Before they could do much more than gape in astonishment, a pair of shrieks split the air. Two feminine forms burst out of the wood running straight for them or perhaps for the empty space the party had occupied moments before.  The pair were garbed in plain dress - suitable for commoners or perhaps a day in the woods.  One figure had on a long flowing dress that was now held up at the waist.  The other had on long flowing pantaloons.<br/>