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Oiur, a newly-minted Concordite, masks their nervousness by pulling out the frozen flame, bird, and other oddities while they wait for Eugressia to speak.
She's met him before, and she knows much more about the Concordance.
They uncork their waterskein and a dancing light, reclaimed from the Heartgrove, flits out; they grab for it, but it shoots between their fingers and into Ashasar's face.
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

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Ashasar deftly snatches it and watches the light play in his fingers, a childlike smile on his face. He nods at Oiur and waits for the group to continue.

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Oiur gulps. "That's one thing we found; these are others." Their sweeping hand encompasses the strange collection atop the table.

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"Oh! Ashanti! I mean, Ashasar! Sir! I'm Eugressia, if you don't remember; I was one of the agents sent ahead to the Pathfinder Society? We've had quite a trip! We had to find this gnome's colors in order to close the breach, which meant we crossed over to the First World! It was so exciting, but there were hunters trying to kill us, which was terrifying. We also brought you back this!" Eugressia pulls a cloth from her bag and carefully unwraps the piece of frozen flame. "We got the gnome their colors back, so I think that will solve the problem."

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While Eugressia talks, the little stone elephant waddles over and nudges Ashasar. It begins talking in Terran in a squeaky voice, blithely interrupting the sylph.
Did you see how impressed the whole town is with me!? Pointing and talking and cowering! They love me!
Can we go back outside soon? I can stand on my hind legs this time! I can make a trumpeting sound! They'll never forget!
ASHASAR! When can we go? ASHASAR!

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Ashasar pets his friend. Soon, soon.
After listening to Eugressia he stands and sweeps the items into a haversack; he claps his hands and grins at all of you. Excellent work! I look forward to studying these fascinating objects, and pondering the seasons. Thank you!
Sensing it's time to go, the elephant totters out the door — moments later, a loud trumpet cracks through the quiet tavern.
Ashasar grins; Jamila shakes her head and sighs; Falbin sits hunched over his honeyed mead— ever on the lookout for sneaky druids.

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This is the end, folks. Feel free to part ways, travel down the river together, and have fun with whatever (optional) closing scene you like!
— You missed the water sample and the frog sample (I do not see the connection between frog skin and the seasons… but maybe I missed something as a GM.)
You all accomplished both success conditions, and your faction missions.
Great job! I hope you had fun, and will put up chronicles tonight.

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It was great! Definitely gotta write a review.

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Thanks, Doug! That was awesome. I loved all the detail and personality you put into the NPCs.

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"So that's the fellow in charge? He's... less formal? Than I expected, I guess." Oiur smiles. "Still, sounds like he was impressed! Maybe I'll start making a name for myself with the Concordance. Learn a thing or two about all the other worlds out there. Maybe even learn more than Eugressia—ha!" They gently elbow the sylph, then take a sip of their tea. They swirl the beverage in its dainty cup, gazing into its depths, imagining them full of unformed cosmic potential, strange cities, and outlandish beings.