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"I would very much like to travel with you once this task is done, my dearest Briar. Of course I will not leave you." Sanjana reaches to hug their companion, patting Briar's shoulder comfortingly. "There are many places we can visit and enrich our souls and minds... and palates! To be truthful, I resent a little this duty that has been thrust upon us which drags us ever forward, with no time to appreciate the wondrous locales we find ourselves in. But perhaps after that duty is accomplished we can return to those who charmed us the most."

The kashrishi looks over to Pen, eyes twinkling. "And I hope that I will be allowed to peruse your travel journals and experience future places vicariously. Or perhaps Visna will compose a saga describing them, hm?"

Sanjana gazes at the card for a long time, a sorrow in their eyes that belies the group's victory against the waylaying mercenaries. At last they speak, slowly and haltingly.

"Friends. I... I don't think that I am cut out for this life. I never wanted to harm anyone, yet in a scant few days I have been forced into violent situations again and again. I feel that I am more a liability to you than a helpful presence in these circumstances. My strength lies in knowledge and untangling the threads of Fate, but what you seem to need more are fearless hearts and stout arms."

The kashrishi turns to Briar, bowing as deeply as they are able. "My dear Briar, you have saved my life time and again, and for that I cannot ever thank you enough, or repay you as you deserve. You have my undying gratitude and I shall help you whenever you need it, however I can. But as of this moment- I release you from your bond. You have repaid your life debt many times over, and while I think in the beginning the bond was a way for you to find purpose for yourself and a measure of freedom, you now have your own pack," Sanjana gestures at Visna and Pentella, "and a purpose in protecting the Deck of Destiny from falling into the hand of those who would use it for ill."

They bow again, this time to Visna and Pen. "To you, too, I owe a debt of life, so I will not desert you or our common cause. I shall reside in the Harrowland for as long as it is needed, and research whatever I can about this mysterious deck and the forces at play. All of you live in my heart and are my dear companions."

"My friend has offered you her name. It is rude not to offer yours! I see not future in which you avoid defeat here," shouts Sanjana at the rude dwarf.

Unravelling Blast, DC 32 Will save. Mental damage: 20d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 4, 3, 4, 4, 1, 2, 4, 3, 3, 1, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4) + 3 = 63 Also flat-footed on failure, Stunned 1 on critical failure.

Then the kashrishi hurls their boomerang at one of the bowmen.

Strike, pacifying: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (1) + 24 = 25 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Sanjana moves a little farther back to get a better line of sight to their intended target - an area just beyond the barricade that would catch most of the defenders. Then they cast their mind back to the extraordinary spectacle they witnessed on the Shining Sea, trying to cast a pale imitation of it.

Cast Hypnotic Pattern, DC 32 Will.

Sanjana comes out of their trance ever so slowly, siting motionless for long moments after the divination is finished. At last, the kashrishi climbs to their feet just as slowly, seeming to have aged decades in this short time.

They reconvene with the others, their face creased with worry. "The wards and guardians of the low road may be beyond us. The spirits spoke of remnants of ancient Thassilon, and I for one would not like to encounter them."

Sanjana also consults the spirits, making offerings and meditating in a quiet spot, seeking to uncover glimpses of what might face them should they choose the low road.

Occultism, Consult the spirits, Tome: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43

Sanjana bows as well, before looking around curiously at the Shoanti and their camp. "Your people do not seem to surprised to see us appear our of thin air. And perhaps not too pleased with our presence, either. Shalda Falls-Far, my name is Sanjana, and I am honoured to meet you. Please rest assured, we are not seeking glory or riches."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (4) + 25 = 29

Under the light of the aurora, surrounded by so much wonder, it is no surprise that Visna turns into an orca and an orca turns into Visna's cousin. Sanjana can feel the bond they share, and they smile in dreamy greeting at Aqlaq. There is a very complicated play of emotions between Visna and Pentella, but it has the tinge of something deeply personal and private, so Sanjana moves away from them to avoid prying.

Instead, the kashrishi gathers Briar to help them make tea - hot if they can manage, but Sanjana knows of herbs and roots that can warm up a body even if drunk in a cold infusion.

"Well met, Aqlaq Gullsbeak. You can call me Sanjana."

For someone born and raised on an island, Sanjana deals remarkably poorly with being on a boat. Kneeling by the railing and clutching it with all their strength, the kashrishi's skin - the little exposed by the layers of furs and wool - takes on a sickly greenish tinge.

They seem to forget all about it once the celestial lights become visible, however. Absent-mindedly releasing the railing, they slowly flop on their back on the deck, starfishing their arms and legs as they gaze at the sky. "Falling... Floating..." is all they manage, awed.

They sense the large creatures before they are visible, and one hand caresses the planks of the deck as if reaching out to those swimming alongside the boat. "So beautiful... you are so beautiful."

Sanjana cannot imagine being a parent, or the pain of having your children die. They look at Pen with a new appreciation - of the immense strength it must have taken to carry on after that immeasurable loss. For once, the words fail Sanjana, and they only reach out a hand to gently squeeze Pen's own.

Waddling close to Visna on account of all the layers they're swaddled in, Sanjana puts a mittened hand on her shoulder. "There is more about that place than its ugliness; there is beauty and joy in cleverness, skill, or in making something with your hands. But I think your connection to it is tainted by something in your past that pains you, so I will not speak more of it."

With a soft pat, Sanjana removes their hand, then goes down on one knee as they begin to build a firepit. "Let us speak of beauty, then. What was the most beautiful thing any of you have seen, heard, or perceived in any other way?" The kashrishi smiles softly to themselves. "For me, it was sitting next to a dear friend, a human from Niswan, in the conservatory on Grand Sarret as she performed her life's masterpiece to the learning masters. The music was beyond beautiful, but to be able to sense all she had poured into making that music - the joy and sorrow and love and loss... it is beyond description."

They glance at Visna, still smiling. "Nature can be very beautiful, and daunting, and awe-inspiring, and frightening. One might look upon the sea and feel the call of the unknown, while another might fear drowning, or the terrible creatures living in its depths. I find the myriad different ways in which sentient peoples are moved by what they encounter endlessly fascinating."

"I have been to deserts where nightfall brought bitter cold with it, but I think where Visna means to take us it is even colder. Woolen layers and furs, is that right Visna?" Sanjana looks down at their own body, already rather square. "Thus dressed, I shall be wider than I am tall, hahaha." Their horn pulses for a moment with a warm pink hue to signal their amusement.

"That would be most wondrous! It has been a very long time since I had the freedom to travel and experience for my own pleasures, rather than as a pawn of fate. I shall go pack immediately!" Sanjana starts towards their room, then turns around.

"Oh, and after that perhaps we could pass through Absalom again, say hello to our friends and purchase a few things? With our latest card, I think a crystal ball is called for. It might help us once the will of fate is revealed to us again."

"It... cannot be this easy." Sanjana looks at the objects in puzzlement, then closes their eyes as their horn begins to glow gently. "Give me a moment. Do not touch anything."

This could be a trap, or an illusion, or a curse. It was unlikely that the stone hag would be this generous.

Casting Read Aura. It's an innate spell, so automatically heightened to 6th level and can target any number of objects.

Seeming quiet and distracted, Sanjana takes their leave of the taiga giants, unconsciously echoing Briar's sigh and nodding distractedly at Visna's words.

Once they are back on the road with only their own company, they say, low. "The spirits spoke of a blood price for the secrets of the Silent Hag, so I'm afraid that we will find ourselves in conflict once more."

Sanjana's mouth quirks a little. "'Most' of you?"

Meditation and communing with the spirits are right in Sanjana's wheelhouse, so the kashrishi is grateful to Visna for offering the giants their assistance. This is a wonderful opportunity to learn more about a people they had never met before, and Sanjana feels quiet excitement about it.

Bowing respectfully to their hosts, they take their place in the circle, breathing in the incense and slipping into the familiar breathing cadence.

Nature: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (8) + 23 = 31

The kashrishi's curious mind quests after the ancestor spirits, seeking their wisdom and knowledge about psychic resonances or other unnatural occurrences in the area.

Using the Consult the Spirits feat. Occultism allows you to contact lingering spirits, psychic echoes of the departed dead, and spirits from beyond reality, who tell you about things like strange auras, effects, or the presence of unnatural occult beings.

Occultism: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40

Recall Knowledge, Occultism: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (9) + 22 = 31

Sanjana does not speak the giants' language, so they simply listen to the chant, seeking familiar cadences or patterns. As the two giant women come into view, the kashrishi bows respectfully.

Recall Knowledge, Society?: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

Sanjana responds in the same language, translating for those who do not speak Sylvan. "Greetings, Rohrry Gray-Eyes. I am Sanjana Niraimadhi, and these are my friends and companions. We are here on a fated quest." The kashrishi pulls one of their Harrow cards out of its pouch, showing it to Rohrry. "Have you seen, or heard tell of one of these cards in your lands?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (16) + 24 = 40

Sanjana looks at Briar with concern. "I will make you something to help with that."

An hour later, a tray is left at Briar's door, with a covered bowl and a mug of tea. The bowl has a simple rice dish with dried currants, chopped nuts and minced ginger, while the tea is an infusion of peppermint, hibiscus and elderberry flower, sweetened with a little honey.

Sanjana is all too happy to learn how to grow plants faster, and the reincarnation ritual might be necessary at some point in the future, seeing how they were almost constantly in harm's way in their quest for the Harrow cards.

Additionally, the kashrishi exchanges recipes with the nagaji, and if there's time, explores the area a little, looking for edible herbs and spices.

Survival: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24

If Kannijo's body had no weakness, surely his mind would. Already the vampire was shying away from the rice plants. Removing a small scroll from their case, Sanjana casts their eyes over it briefly before loudly proclaiming.

"Kannijo! Hear my words! There is no future in which you ascend. There is no future in which your power grows and you are allowed to prey on the innocents! Hear my words and feel the truth of them!"

Cast Unraveling Blast at 6th level, 17d4 ⇒ (3, 2, 2, 1, 4, 1, 2, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4, 4, 3, 2, 4, 4) = 46 mental damage, DC 31 Will for half.

Intensify Vulnerability: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Exploit vulnerability Snakkijo: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (3) + 23 = 26
Exploit vulnerability Snakkijo: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28 If the first check is a failure, using Kreighton's Cognitive Crossover to retry as a reaction

Sanjana is momentarily taken aback by the portentous proclamation from the creature. They draw one of their own Harrow cards, showing it to Kannijo - The Empty Throne.

"It is your destruction that is at hand, not your ascension, monster! Your reign of terror is at an end."

Helplessness - DC 31 Will.

The kashrishi then moves away from the vampiric naga, not wanting to rpvide him with an opportunity to steal their breath.

Intensify Vulnerability: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Strike yellow: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27 Strike yellow: 11 + 21 = 32 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 8 = 18
Strike 2: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 8 = 16

Sanjana sends their boomerang twice more at their initial target, hoping it could be quickly destroyed before it does any more damage to the wards.

"Almost there! Strike them swiftly!"

Clutching their scroll case in one hand and the boomerang in the other, Sanjana glares at the giant carnivorous plants, also remembering the pain of the previous encounter with hostile flora.

With Visna and Pentella attacking one of the plants, they focus their attention on another (yellow).

Esoteric Lore, Exploit Vulnerability: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (13) + 23 = 36

Esoteric Warden and Shared Warding: Sanjana and everyone else get +1 to AC and saves against yellow's next attack/effect, +2 if Esoteric Lore was a critical success.

Strike yellow, pacifying boomerang: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 8 = 16

Share Weakness with Briar.

Survival: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36

Food, or things that were about to become food, was right up Sanjana's alley, so they are only to happy to help with planting the rice plants and helping them grow in record time. As they work, meticulously making evenly spaced holes in the soil and placing the seeds in them, they relate to Briar all that they know about the strengths and weaknesses of what they are about to face.

Nature, to find darkwood: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25

"Given what we know of it, we can certainly try to steer things to our advantage. The nagaji probably cannot fight it, but they can perhaps wield mirrors and bells to corral it, although they will put themselves in danger." Remembering what the nagaji had said about its warped fulu, Sanjana adds, "The card on its brow makes it immune to spells cast from a scroll or other item, but if one of us manages to sneak up on it while it is still unaware of our presence, we have a chance to steal it - and thus render it vulnerable to such spells again."

"A... vampire naga?" Sanjana tilts their head at the nagaji speaking to them, trying to see if they understood correctly. It would not be unheard of, for the curse of vampirism could take hold in many beings.

Recall knowledge, occultism: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (19) + 22 = 41

"Fascinating. If I recall correctly, they are undead who can regenerate. They cannot be poisoned, paralyzed, or put to sleep, and they are very difficult to kill, unless one uses weapons made from darkwood." The kashrishi looks inquisitively at their new nagaji friend; it may be too much to hope that the Scaleseed Order would be in the possession of such. "On the other hand, they can be held at bay by brandishing a mirror or ringing bells, but only for a short while." Remembering something, Sanjana addresses the nagaji directly. "Do you have an altar to the ancestors nearby? I remember reading that reminding them of their mortal origin could afflict such vampires with severe melancholy." To their friends, they add "And don't let it grab you! It will steal your life force through your breath."

The first thing was to see to the needs of their new guests, so Sanjana busies themselves getting the halflings comfortable and getting their input in carving out space for them in the citadel. Then, the kashrishi begins gently conversing with them.

First, they introduce themselves, mentioning the names of the other three and reassuring any who might be apprehensive about Briar. They listen to any details the halflings might wish to share about themselves, and asks what their immediate desires are. After such an eventful evening, they should all rest before discussing plans for the future.

Diplomacy for halflings: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (10) + 26 = 36

It is all that Sanjana can do to not roll their eyes at the terrible verses. Flourishing the silver-filigreed scepter, the kashrishi raises their voice to counter the hapless actor.

"Beneath the icy cloak in winters of yore,
A wrathsome witch calls forth the ancient lore,
Conjuring high the aurora's blazing light,
To thwart the invader, and banish him from sight."

Brilliant, shimmering light bursts over the actor's head, bathing him in blues, greens, purples and whites - an approximation of the phenomenon that Sanjana had read about.

Cast Hypnotic pattern on the actor, DC 31 Will.

Now that they were so much closer, Sanjana could admire the details of the costume, as well as the "linnorm" the actor is confronting. Sadly, this was not the best time for that - they had to make this look as a part of the performance, or at least buy the others time to do.... whatever they planned to do. Assuming there was a plan.

"Art though so sure of victory, then? Dost thou not know of the peril that awaits thee?" Sanjana pulls out the rod from their belt and uses it to gesture dramatically at the actor. "For behold! a winter witch has placed a most terrible curse upon thee, using rituals most secret and ancient! Lo! The curse, inscribed upon the Harrow card tucked into thine cloth!"

Performance: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32
Deception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31

With a very indecorous squeak, Sanjana finds themselves falling. While they trusted Briar unconditionally, there is an impulse to make things easier for the gnoll, or perhaps some atavistic instinct that kicks in as the gliding rune embroidered in Sanjana's robes gets activated.

Glide up to 5' down and 25' forward.

Sanjana had envisioned a covert expedition behind the stage, perhaps after the show was over and the props and such were stowed away. Of course Visna had other plans, and while the idea of leaping onto the stage in full view of everyone is daunting, to say the least... perhaps best to get it over with as quickly as possible?

With a disappointed sigh, Sanjana whispers to the others. "Not worth watching this one, the story is utter fabrication and the writing is not very good." They pause, considering that perhaps not all of their companions have the same tastes or standards in entertainment. "The production is pretty impressive through."

They begin to look around the theater building itself, searching for any clues as to what they were supposed to do here.

"Thank you, my friend, your wisdom eases my soul, as always." Touching Briar's hand with their own, Sanjana nods. "The path awaits us, as pleasant as it is lingering here in these lands that are new to our eyes and ears and minds."

With one last, longing look at the tarts, the kashrishi heaves themself to their feet, ready to depart.

"Visna is very... intense." Sanjana gives a half smile. "Fighting prowess to rival your own, but I think that you are right - she seeks to prove herself, and I'm not sure what she would consider enough proving. If anything. She has a good heart, though."

The kashrishi looks longingly at the remaining tarts, which in their mind are reserved for Visna and Pentella. "I think Pen's meekness is misleading - not on purpose!" they hasten to add. "She knows so many things, and a lot of that knowledge holds incredible power. And danger. But she seems in perfect control of her magic, so I am not worried." Sanjana glances upwards again. "I worry for her though. So anxious and eager to please, I don't want her to get hurt." A soft snort. "Like one of the little sisters, indeed. She has grown on me. They both have. I would not want anything bad to happen to them - or to you." They sigh deeply. "But it seems that danger confronts us wherever we go. I just hope that we all live through the trials ahead, and with as few scars as possible."

Briar knows Sanjana well enough to know they don't speak only of physical scars.

"Oh yes, I would have been chewed up many times over by now if not for you. I owe you my life more times than I can count, and my gratitude for that is boundless. I hope one day to be worthy of your loyalty, dear Briar."

Sanjana gestures at the tarts piled on the plate. "Enjoy one of these, they are very good." The kashrishi looks up, shading their eyes. "Not sure what those two are doing up there, but they seem to be enjoying themselves. While it's just the two of us, what do you make of them?"

Sanjana muses as they label and store the herbs. "Closer? We seem to be making good progress in collecting these Harrow cards, but it is difficult to say if this path leads me to my goal. Why, have you tired of my company?" The last bit is spoken with a smile, and Briar knows that Sanjana would never begrudge her leaving, following her own path.

Not one to ever turn down a snack, Santana savours one of the tarts while looking up at Visna and Pen soaring overhead. The herbs brought by Briar are carefully examined, touched, sniffed and tasted.

Survival: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 33

"Hmm, this one is a little bitter, would go well in a stir-fry... This one, earthy and a little spicy, I like it."

Taking out their healing supplies to tend to their companions' wounds, Sanjana nods enthusiastically. "I am hoping to stay a little longer as well, and explore this place." They call over their shoulder to Pen as they try to staunch the bleeding rends in Briar's shoulder. "Let me know if you find any edible herbs!"

Medicine to Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29 4d8 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 4) = 16

Seeing their companions rally so bravely against the huge fiendish birds, Sanjana shakes off the fear and paralysis, retaliating against the hawk demon.

Saved strike, boomerang, pacifying: 12 + 21 = 33 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 DC 20 Will to resist being pacified
Second strike: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25 Damage, NL: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Activate Lover's Gloves, Briar gets +1 to saving throws and 10 temporary HP for 1 minute.

Will save: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24
Fortitude save: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

Sanjana hunches down, imagery flashing through their mind of a huge beak coming closer, pecking, pecking, destroying the burrow, spearing the helpless insect. The colours of their tattoo flare, then dim.

"Must... be... something."

Intensify vulnerability: 2d20 ⇒ (12, 10) = 22 Keeping the 12

Exploit vulnerability: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33

Sanjana tries to remember what they know about vulture-headed demons, calling out tidbits to their friends.

Share Weakness with Briar. Shared Warding with everyone within 30 feet, +1 to AC and saves, +2 on critical success from Exploit Vulnerability.

Exploit vulnerability, Visna's tengu: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42

"Watch out for the foot talons, Visna!" Shared Warding to Visna, +1 to AC and saves, or +2 if critical success

Briar seemed to have things well in... snout with her target, and Sanjana did not doubt that Visna's dance partner would soon be brought low, but the kashrishi was beginning to fear what other foes the sounds of their battle might bring, so they resolve to try to end it as soon as possible.

Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34 Damage, non-lethal, vulnerability: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 8 = 13
Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 Damage, non-lethal: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 8 = 18

So they did not speak the same language, but the universal language of scowls, glares and threatening gestures still remained.

Demoralize, Intimidating Glare: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35
Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24 Damage, non-lethal, exploit vulnerability: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 8 = 13
Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21 Damage, non-lethal, exploit vulnerability: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 8 = 14

Sanjana switches their attention to the tengu who had struck Visna, sending their boomerang whistling towards them.

"Do not throw your lives away! You will not survive my friends' wrath if you do not surrender!"

Diplomacy, glad-hand: 1d20 + 24 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 24 - 4 = 39

Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41 Damage, non-lethal, exploit vulnerability: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 8 = 14
Boomerang, pacifying: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24 Damage, non-lethal, exploit vulnerability: 1d6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 8 = 13

Exploit vulnerability vs. tengu: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32

Sanjana studies their foes for a bit, noting how they move, the structure of their bodies, and which points might be struck for maximum effect.

"Go for their shoulder joints!" the kashrishi calls out to Briar, helping their friend be more effective in her strikes.

Swapping implement from Regalia to Tome, and doing Share Vulnerability with Briar (mortal weakness 8).

Sanjana invokes protective magic on Briar, then addresses the leader of the Mivanians.

"Drop your weapon! These people are under our protection!"

Intimidate, Demoralize: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23

Cast Forbidding Ward on Briar vs. Raskus, +2 to AC and saves.

Sanjana steps forward, likely raising their hands in a pacifying gesture, holding the filigreed scepter. "Well met. Please forgive my friend's talk of fighting and wounds. We have been sorely tried in our mission." They give the nervous group a meaningful glance. "And by the look of things, so have you. Please, allow us to render what assistance we can. My friend here is skilled in healing, if that is what you need. Or perhaps it is protection that you seek, or a glimpse into what awaits you."

Diplomacy, regalia implement: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (9) + 26 = 35

The idea that anything about divination could be measured and compared amuses Sanjana, but the kashrishi does not let that amusement show. They were starting to learn everyone's particular pressure points, and it would be unkind to make Pen think they were laughing at her, especially after the earlier charged discussion.

"Arcadia, then. Perhaps the library here has some information on those lands?"

Can we roll a Recall check before we go, or did we already do that when we fisrt saw the portals?

"Then the question is, better the danger known, or the one unknown?" muses Sanjana. "If we do visit Cheliax first, it sounds like we need to make preparations."