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"As I understand it, Aaqir al'Hakam and his army of merchants will serve to further the legitimate business interests of our new merger, leaving the grayer areas to the experts." Sokya finishes her ale, then slams the mug down hard enough to splinter the table. "So think of the Qadirans as an immense front business that we can make use of in nearly every major city in the Inner Sea and it starts to look like a better deal than it did at first."

Reporting as GM

Walking confidently into the room is Sokya Tenkiller, a very tall Kellid woman, dressed in tribal furs and leathers but sporting a suit of armor made from what appears to be scavenged bits of Numerian constructs. A battered and purposefully abused Razmiri cultist's mask sits atop her head, and still-fresh burn scars in the outline of a mask mar her face.

With her is a halfling, dressed in a light chain shirt and Osiriani silks, with a kusarigama wrapped around her waist. Her red hair has dyed green streaks in it, and she carries a pile of maps, journals, and papers. At her feet is a common house cat.

The tall woman nods. "Venture-Captain. I was assigned as senior Pathfinder for this series of missions, and have been keeping up with the group's reports. I have brought with me Whillowpelt, one of the Pathfinders who has first-hand knowledge of what occured within the Pillars of the Sun. Whillowpelt, if you will." She holds her gauntleted hand out to the halfling expectantly.

Whillowpelt jumps onto one of the chairs, her cat following suit. "I'm Whillowpelt, and this is the honorable Mistyfur. We killed a dragon once."

Sokya naps her fingers loudly in front of the halfling's face. "No one cares about your dragon-slaying prowess right now. Tell the Venture-Captain about the Pillars of the Sun and what went on in there," Sokya growls. Whillowpelt opens one of the journals she carries and begins reading.

"We showed up at the heart of the Pillars of the Sun. There was a lady. Then Amenopheus showed up. And they talked about boring things. Then they asked us to tell them who the boss was. So I looked for a place to take a nap. Then before I could take a nap we went home. Also the lady was a dragon. I wasn't scared because I have killed a dragon before, though the one I killed wasn't as big, or as purple."

Sokya closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Thank you, Whillowpelt, that was terrible." She sighs and grabs the pile of papers from the halfling. Flipping through one of the books, she says, "I wasn't there for the discussion, but I did get the gist from my fellow-Pathfinders' notes. Some of them could learn to use smaller words, but the basic idea got through. Ahem. After much debate, discussing the merits of the long view taken by dragons versus the call to action felt by shorter-lived races, it was determined that Amenopheus, the Sapphire Sage, should take the leadership position, with..." At this point, Sokya squints at a page of one of the journals, running a finger under one of the words. "Ta... Tahoni... Tahonikep... the Diamond Sage filling a more advisory role.

"The agents were concerned that the desires of a near-ageless dragon might lead to inaction when decisions must be made. Amenopheus has shown the ability to make decisions, albeit sometimes not the best ones, so with the wisdom and advice of such a potent draconic ally, the Jeweled Sages should be counted upon to do the right thing when needed." She set the reports upon Balentiir's desk. "It is also this Pathfinder's suggestion that the Osiriani people learn the value of short, easy-to-say names. Now if you'll excuse me, I am needed in Kaer Maga, to handle some... issues... of import to an ally of the Society. Good day, Venture-Captain." She turns to leave, noting that Whillowpelt and her feline friend are already almost to the door. She quickly bows to the Venture-Captain and stomps after the halfling.