Surprise Visit!

The scent of freshly-baked pastries fills the air as tendrils of ambrosial smoke billow forward, revealing the portly form of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights.

[Was channeling power, and didn’t notice the sudden appearance of Lord Crumkane!]

Crumkane ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

You blink.

You say, "OH!"

Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "Ah, there you are!"

You say to Crumkane, "Sorry, Lord Crumkane!"

Before the Eternal Flame.
Pitch black sand forms a great desert here, at the centre of which burns the Eternal Flame, surrounded by three huge boulders, burnt black from the scorching hot rock. The air is devoid completely of moisture, waving and glimmering with the intense heat. The sky, a great and uniform orange, appears itself to burn like a roaring fire. Off into the distance, almost indiscernible behind the heat haze which forms a great mirage, an endless sea of molten lava and swirling flames can be seen, bubbling eternally. The Eternal Flame burns here, a towering inferno of white flame that flashes with a chaotic spray of colour. Bloody petals and melting faces flash within a misshapen glass vessel of chambers and changes. Wreathed in blazing streaks of sunlit fire, a dusky mauve wyvern unfurls nebulous wings of coiling white smoke here, bright eyes shining a smoky pearl. Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights stands just above the ground, the heady scent of freshly-baked pastries redolent in the air. He wields a lemon-topped cane in His left hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest.

Chortling, Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "I wondered whether you had looked too deeply into that Flame, there."

You laughingly say, "I got swept up in the flames, yes yes."

You curtsey gracefully before Crumkane.

Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "Now, tell Me about this writing project to which you've included in your prayers, to great extent!"

Crumkane takes a long-stemmed confectionery pipe from a fold in the aether.

Crumkane begins to wield a long-stemmed confectionery pipe in His right hand.

Crumkane takes a long drag off a long-stemmed confectionery pipe and blows a crimson, sweetly-scented smoke ring into the air, where it slowly expands before dissipating.

You exclaim, "Oh, yes of course!"

Fidgeting with excitement, you say, "So, Coraline posed a writing contest for the city. And the subject was a scholarly piece detailing our favorite place in the Basin."

You murmur, "I think I mentioned that bit..."

Crumkane rubs His chin thoughtfully, raises His eyebrow and says, "I see..."

You say, "And so, I wrote a book describing the landscapes, the Temple, the bears, and flora. In detail, but not... secrets?"

You have emoted: Chundae scratches her cheek thoughtfully.

You exclaim, "At least, I was very very careful! I think!"

You laughingly say, "And I didn't mention the inner bits of the Temple, since... that is secrets, to me."

Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "That sounds very reasonable. Secrets wouldn't be secrets if they weren't secret, don't you think?"

The ground cracks as searing heat washes over it.

You nod your head sagely.

Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "How did you come out in the contest, then?"

You say to Crumkane, "The submissions are still open, until..."

You have emoted: Chundae hums thoughtfully.

You say, "Two... two days from now, I think."

You smile broadly and say, "But, we'll see!"

Twisting dervishes of fire play across the ground, cast off by the Five Sacred Flames.

Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "We will indeed! Do keep Me apprised. I should be very upset if My realm is not the finest location that any of you lot have come across."

You nod your head enthusiastically.

Crumkane pats you in a friendly manner.

The form of Crumkane dissolves into tendrils of ambrosial smoke that dissipate, naught marking His passing save a cascade of shimmering sugar crystals.

You have emoted: Chundae chitters happily, fur puffing up with pride.

You think to yourself: Should I have mentioned... that Coraline encouraged me to add a copy to the Order library?

You have emoted: Chundae hums thoughtfully.

You think to yourself: Maybe I'll mention it when I update Him about the contest, or sometime later in prayer. Seems silly to pester Him now since He just left!

You nod your head at yourself.