An Incipient Display

Yuleshka slips in from the east, doing her best not to trip.
look
The Pool of Stars.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Meeting in the radiant heart of New Celest,
the broad city streets come together in a large, open plaza of marbled stone. Rising in the centre of
the plaza is a structure of noble and luminescent pillars which suspend a round, ring-shaped platform
twenty feet above the light-studded surface of the pool below. The atmosphere within the structure and
around the pool bristles with a warm, electrical energy, giving a slightly disorienting sense of
dizziness and euphoria. A gradually ascending stairway winds its way about the inside of the pillars,
leading towards the upper level of the structure and offering a bird's eye view of the pool. There are
2 marble benches with emerald insets here. An enormously wide circular pool, as dark as the night sky,
glitters softly between the columns. His form suffused with soft light, the Keeper of the Pool of Stars
stands here attentively. A statue of Zenobia the Queen of Queens stands here, memorializing her noble
spirit. There are 5 archons of Eternal Light here. An imposing sword of radiant white metal has been
driven deep into the ground in a silent statement of intent. A mosaic tiled chest stands here, ready to
share donations given. A golden retriever is here, panting quietly to himself. There are 5 cavaliers of
the Light here. There are 6 Kusalas of the Tahtetso here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic
sigil lies here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently
hung here. There are 2 corpses of a rat here. The body of a dead baby rat lies here. A full-grown rat
prowls near your feet. Her gaze cast demurely downwards, Yuleshka stands clad in a simple white shift.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, and up
(open door).

You blink.

You say to Yuleshka the Acolyte, "Oh, hello. Don't see you out and about often."

Yuleshka the Acolyte mutters under her breath as she turns towards the old aquamancers guildhall "the
shell necklace of et-" Her one eye blinks, and she drops a hasty curtsey to you. "Hello! Lady Farain
keeps me rather busy. But I am on an errand for her now."

You say to Yuleshka the Acolyte, "Ah, I see... should I assume that it's something to do with the
Aquamancers' champion's artifact?"

You ponder the situation.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings
him closer to the world's edge.

You say, "Or is that the guildmasters'..."

The Pool of Stars glitters with sudden power.

Yuleshka the Acolyte nods her head. "The Shell Necklace of Eternal Tides, yes. Lady Farain was sending
me to inquire after it."


The Pool of Stars suddenly begins to froth violently, expelling a dazed and confused Dubor from within
its churning depths. As the Pool of Stars calms itself, skeins of light drip from Dubor like liquid and
just as quickly dissipate.

Dubor leaves to the north.

You say to Yuleshka the Acolyte, "I'm afraid it vanished upon the dissolution of the guild."

Celestial notes ring out vibrantly before being carried away by the wind.
A rolling wave starts to form, then suddenly subsides.

You say, "It may well be in the Admiral's office, but I am no longer able to actually enter. ... Not
really sure I remember the phrase for getting in, either."

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,
spreading darkness across the land.

"She said-" Yuleshka the Acolyte hesitates a moment, before perhaps paraphrasing "She said that she did
not give an heirloom of her house to Crystian so that it could moulder in a damp storeroom somewhere,
and that I was to ask Manchal what his intentions were towards her family property."

You say, "Well, if my word is to be of any weight- and it bloody well should, seeing as I was the final
Admiral of the Aquamancers- it should go back to those who donated it to the guild in the first place.
Would you like me to escort you?"

The pulsing glow emitted from the Guiding Star Lighthouse surges brilliantly, a shining beacon of hope
that reaches across the entirety of the Basin of Life.

Yuleshka the Acolyte exclaims, "Oh, that would be very kind of you!"

Soft mewlings betray a kitten crying for its mother somewhere nearby.

Yuleshka the Acolyte begins to follow you.

You nod your head sagely.

(TRAVEL!)

Academy within the Eastern Spire.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Manchal gracefully stands here, quietly
awaiting eager students. A circular steel vat rests here, its large sides gleaming.
You see exits leading west (open door), up, and down (closed door).

Yuleshka the Acolyte offers a deep curtsey to Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer.

Academy within the Eastern Spire.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Unblemished blue coral streaked with white
and rose make up the walls of this spire. The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the ceiling onto
the smoothly surfaced floor imparts a relaxed mood to the strictly academic atmosphere. Standing
prominently at the front of the classroom is a flip-over chart with a series of maps of the Basin,
accompanied by detailed diagrams of demesne strategy. Periodic charts of the known elements, anatomical
drawings of various races, and illustrations of various magical abilities line the walls. Manchal
gracefully stands here, quietly awaiting eager students. A circular steel vat rests here, its large
sides gleaming. Her gaze cast demurely downwards, Yuleshka stands clad in a simple white shift.
You see exits leading west (open door), up, and down (closed door).

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer casts a curious glance over at the pair of you. "Greetings child,
Admiral. What has prompted this visit?"

You have emoted: Tridemon glances over toward Yuleshka, gesturing toward her to encourage her to make
her request without his immediate intervention.

Pulling herself up straighter with your encouragement, Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Light's blessings.
Lady Farain has sent me to inquire as to the whereabouts of the Shell Necklace of Eternal Tides."

A touch drily, Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "Has she now? Will she accept my assurances that
it is safely kept against future need?"

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

"I do not think such assurances will suffice" Yuleshka the Acolyte says hesitantly, hastening to add
"Though she will doubtless be grateful to hear that you know where it is."

It is now the 7th of Dvarsh, 553 years after the Coming of Estarra.

A trifle stiffly, Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "I was not aware there were any particular
conditions attached to Lady Farain's gift, when she granted it to the Aquamancers."

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

You say to Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer, "If I may... the Aquamancers as a guild are no longer
what they were, as a cohesive whole. The entire purpose of the Shell Necklace of Eternal Tides was in
the service of the Champion to rescue those in need, if I'm not mistaken. At the very least, to be of
even marginal use, it would need to be re-attuned to the new realities within the City."

Yuleshka the Acolyte colours, plainly uncomfortable. "She would not do anything so uncouth as to demand
a gift be returned! But if it is lying forgotten and neglected somewhere..."

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer softens slightly. "Is it too reminiscent of its loss at the bottom of
the sea?" He frowns down at Yuleshka, then turns to look at you. "It is a new era, true. But as much is
true for the shell necklace of eternal tides as the medallion of azure waves, or the tome of the white
sands. Those were not without their powers as well, and it would grieve me to see the set broken up."

You ponder the situation.

Frowning, Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Possibly. That might explain something she said about Javile's
Memory. I did not want to pry... But you do agree that something should be done with it? So that it is
not lost and forgotten?"

Raising a finned brow, Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "Nothing would bring me greater pleasure
than to place them somewhere safe, but where they might serve to commemorate the glory days of the
Aquamancers."

You say, "Perhaps something similar to what was originally done with the Pearl Staff of Rushing Water?"

Musing, Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "Perhaps indeed... Displayed where they might be
retrieved if ever called upon."

You ponder the situation.

Her voice a little distant, Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Perhaps the Lodestar Athenaeum would be a
suitable place."

You say, "What are the origins for the Medallion of Azure Waves and the Tome of the White Sands? It
might behoove us to check to see if such a display would be amenable to the parties that might have
similar claims as Lady Farain?"

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer nods his head thoughtfully "Yes, that would serve well, as a place of
rememberance-" He pauses and looks over to you, pressing his lips together. "The Medallion was gifted
to the College of Aquamancy by the Tide Lords themselves. I cannot imagine that they would want it
back, but then..." He shrugs "I am no longer as certain as I once was of understanding their wants. The
tome... I believe if any have a claim on the tome it would be the Nerales."

You have emoted: Tridemon raises a hand to his temple in the memory of some frustration or pain.
"Let's... not talk to the Tide Lords about this until they bring it up themselves. Bothering them is
genuinely somewhere behind walking through the streets of Magnagora stark naked in my list of things
I'd rather not do."

Yuleshka the Acolyte looks curiously at you.

You say to Yuleshka the Acolyte, "I do not want to talk about the time I accidentally canceled
Aquamancy, so please do not ask."

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "Mmmm. I believe we can safely say that I, on behalf of the
College, may officially bestow the Medallion as I please. If you wished to consult Lord Yadothune
Nerale about the tome, to be safe, and, of course, Lady Farain, to be sure she approves, that might be
wise. Although speaking to Professor Shervalian is probably the next step, as I doubt she would be
pleased to find plans made regarding the Lodestar Athenaeum that did not take her research into
consideration."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

You say, "Alright... So, first Professor Shervalian, then Lord Yadothune, and then Lady Farain. ... I
really hope I can remember where, exactly, they are. I don't keep very good track of people in the
first place..."

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Yuleshka the Acolyte exclaims, "I appreciate your help!"

(MORE TRAVEL! WITH WONDERBRAZIER TRACKING!)

A balcony alongside the Athenaeum.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Thumbing through a research book, Professor
Yimone Shervalian is here, overlooking the city.
You see a single exit leading southwest.

A balcony alongside the Athenaeum.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A graceful spur of smooth, silvery shell
opens in the side of the Athenaeum, providing a stunning view of the Pool of Stars to the northeast.
The sweet radiance of the nexus shines softly off the exterior of the structure, limning the hall in
soft, numinous light. Vines filled with trembling, ghostly blossoms unfold across the railing, tracing
the branching intersections of rose-coloured coral with delicate tendrils of pale, spiraling greenery.
The scent of the flowers fills the air with a heady fragrance tempered and deepened by the salty sea
air. Thumbing through a research book, Professor Yimone Shervalian is here, overlooking the city. Her
gaze cast demurely downwards, Yuleshka stands clad in a simple white shift.
You see a single exit leading southwest.

You say, "Aha! ... Wonderbrazier to the rescue."

Yuleshka the Acolyte offers a deep curtsey to Professor Yimone Shervalian.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Tilting her head slightly and offering you a critical eye, Professor Yimone Shervalian says,
"Salutations. Why do I suspect that you are not here to assist me in my research?"

You say, "Because you have a discerning eye and excellent instincts."

Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Aquamancer Manchal sent us. He would like to know if the Lodestar Athenaeum
would be willing to house certain artifacts of the Aquamancers, and keep them from being forgotten."

Professor Yimone Shervalian says, "Certainly. That certainly aligns with our purpose here. I will need
to consult with Brother Serole and Aquamancer Manchal about the details." She takes out a small
notebook, and makes a note within. "We will need some time to prepare a proper exhibit, but it can
certainly be done."

Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Oh! Well, good! There's still some, um, details to work out to make sure
the artifacts will be available, but I think this will work. Thank you so much."

A sense of longing fills the air, accentuated by the lapping of the ocean waves upon the distant walls
of the city.

You say, "To be clear- and to make sure you don't have to actually ask Manchal about the details that
we should have provided you in the first place- if we are successful in convincing all parties
involved, it will be the Medallion of Azure Waves, the Shell Necklace of Eternal Tides, and the Tome of
the White Sands on display."

Yuleshka the Acolyte shuffles her feet awkwardly.

Professor Yimone Shervalian says, "Ah, thank you Keeper. I would be glad to provide a place where those
can be admired properly. And their tales preserved."

You nod your head sagely.

You say to Yuleshka the Acolyte, "On to Yadothune?"

Yuleshka the Acolyte begins to follow you.

Yuleshka the Acolyte nods her head.

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "If I'm not mistaken, the Kelpie Maiden..."

You say, "I do hope you are prepared for... rapid movement."
path track kelpiemaiden
Distance to 'the forward larboard of the Kelpie Maiden': 25 Steps.
Path: sw, sw, d, sw, sw, sw, sw, sw, sw, sw, s, s, se, ne, se, ne, se, ne, se, ne, se, ne, se, ne,
enter ship
You start speedwalking.

(PATH TRACK ZOOMTRAVEL)

You stretch your arm out, attempting to reach past the lapping waves of the Inner Sea, struggling
against the wake thrown by the Kelpie Maiden as she passes by. The rope ladder comes closer, though
each passing moment seems to come later and later than its predecessors. Suddenly, the brush of hemp
against your fingers and your hand compulsively clamps shut, the waters surging up around you and
washing over you as you begin to move. With great effort you pull yourself up out of the water,
struggling to clear the first few rope steps. After a moment to catch your breath, you leap aboard the
Kelpie Maiden, barely clearing the railing, causing you to toss a careful look behind you.
You speedwalk ship to the forward larboard of the Kelpie Maiden.
You have reached your destination.

The forward larboard of the Kelpie Maiden.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A light cover of clouds hides the sky in a
sheet of white. The area is ablaze! Her gaze cast demurely downwards, Yuleshka stands clad in a simple
white shift.

Forks of flame lick against your skin, melting away your protection against fire.
You feel suddenly warmer as the chilling frost is pulled from you.

You take a drink of a potion of frost from a salt-paned lantern vial.
A chill runs over your icy skin.

You raise a hand and blast incredibly cold air at the ground, putting out the fire that raged there.

The forward larboard of the Kelpie Maiden.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. It is warm and quite pleasant. The area is
ablaze!
You see exits leading north, southwest, and west.

You raise a hand and blast incredibly cold air at the ground, putting out the fire that raged there.

Upon the forecastle.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. It is warm and quite pleasant. The area is
ablaze! Gazing out across the waters of the Inner Sea, Lord Yadothune Nerale paces slowly along the
wooden deck. Taking a break from tending to the needs of the ship, a gallant merian swashbuckler smiles
out across the sea.
You see exits leading east, south, and west.

You raise a hand and blast incredibly cold air at the ground, putting out the fire that raged there.

Looking almost as if he were dancing, a gallant merian swashbuckler moves off to the east, shifting as
the ship rolls with the ocean.

You say, "Why is the bloody boat on FIRE?"

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Scowling, Lord Yadothune Nerale says, "Some of me swashbucklers 'ad a bit too much to drink. They'll be
soberin up in the sea."

Bowing with a flourish, Lord Yadothune Nerale says, "Thank ye for yer help in savin' my ship."

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations
that tell the tales of myth and legend.

You say, "Well, make sure to tie them securely to something to make sure they don't get lost. A rope of
some sort... or an anchor. In any case! Didn't come to talk about nautical arson... Yuleshka, would you
like to take over with the request?"

The light spread of cloud overhead fluffs up into sparse cotton bodies.

Wide-eyed, Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Oh! Yes!" She offers a hasty curtsey. "We were told that the
Nerale family might have a claim to the Tome of White Sands, and as we are hoping to have it put on
display in the Lodestar Athenaeum, wanted to make sure that you would have no objections."

A gallant merian swashbuckler leaps in from the east, skillfully darting across the deck.

The pulsing beam from New Celest's lighthouse surges brilliantly, a shining beacon of hope that cuts
through the night sky across the entirety of the Basin of Life.

Looking almost as if he were dancing, a gallant merian swashbuckler moves off to the south, shifting as
the ship rolls with the ocean.

Lord Yadothune Nerale frowns, running a hand along his fins. "The Tome of White Sands? Can't say that
sounds too familiar." He glances around the ship. "I've got other books I'm interested in, and plenty
to keep me busy here. I've got no objections to ye puttin' this tome of yers in the Lodestar Athenaeum.
Maybe I'll come take a look at it once it's there." He flashes a grin. "See if I should have made
more've a fuss!"

With a curtsey, Yuleshka the Acolyte exclaims, "Thank you! And good luck with your ship!"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 8th of Dvarsh, 553 years after the Coming of Estarra.

A gallant merian swashbuckler leaps in from the south, skillfully darting across the deck.

You say, "We'll take a walk around the ship to make sure that there's no more fires and put them out if
we find any before heading back home."
With a shrug, Lord Yadothune Nerale says, "I knew ye were a landlubber."

Looking almost as if he were dancing, a gallant merian swashbuckler moves off to the east, shifting as
the ship rolls with the ocean.

You say, "... yes. well."

Lord Yadothune Nerale says, "Harr, we be needin' ghost sharks, gulper eels an' jellyfish to make a nice
concoction to lend me the strength ter pull up a mighty statue from the depths."

(MORE TRAVEL, MORE FIRES TO EXTINGUISH)

You say, "All right, that should be all of it..."

You ask Yuleshka the Acolyte, "Lady Farain is in the Deep Blue Cathedral, yes?"

Yuleshka the Acolyte begins to follow you.

Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Yes, she is."

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"

You touch the Mantle of Starlight and are surrounded by a brilliant white light. The distant song of an
angelic choir can be heard, as you feel angelic hands lift you up and carry you away.

(YET MORE TRAVEL TO THE DEEP BLUE CATHEDRAL!)

Yuleshka the Acolyte says, "Behind the mural here."


You nod your head emphatically.

You brush your fingertips along the surface of the mural, trailing the ascent of Saint Tresalyne of the
Stars. As your hand brushes across his a radiant light envelops your vision, and a warmth wraps about
your hand. A soft smile crosses the lips of the Saint as he draws you in, everything fading out in the
face of the blinding glow. As your sight returns, you find yourself in a place of marble and coral, a
cold and pure pool before you.

The Baptistery of the Sacred Light.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Resting quietly at the eastern edge of the
azure waters, a coral brazier is here, its flames extinguished. Resting quietly at the southeastern
edge of the azure waters, a coral brazier is here, its flames extinguished. Resting quietly at the
western edge of the azure waters, a coral brazier is here, its flames extinguished. Resting quietly at
the northern edge of the azure waters, a coral brazier is here, its flames extinguished. Its depths
cold and pure, a pool of clear water has been sunken into the heart of the baptistery here. Resting
quietly at the southwestern edge of the azure waters, a coral brazier is here, its flames extinguished.
White robes clinging to her lithe figure, Jarana Farain stands here, her fins rising and falling
gracefully.
There are no obvious exits.

You say, "I knew it was one of these rooms, I just couldn't quite recall which."

Lady Jarana Farain inclines her head gracefully to you, and gives her Acolyte a small smile. "I hope
you have not had too much difficulty in your errand, Acolyte."

A puff of smoke emits from the southwestern brazier, before the smoke and flames die.
A puff of smoke emits from the eastern brazier, before the smoke and flames die.
A puff of smoke emits from the southeastern brazier, before the smoke and flames die.
A puff of smoke emits from the western brazier, before the smoke and flames die.
A puff of smoke emits from the northern brazier, before the smoke and flames die.

Yuleshka the Acolyte offers a deep curtsey before answering, the words tumbling from her swiftly.
"Light's blessings, Lady Farain. I have spoken to Aquamancer Manchal as you asked, and he has assured
me that the necklace is safe in his keeping. He is willing to have it be housed elsewhere, so long as
it is with the other two. He suggested the Lodestar Athenaeum. Professor Shervalian is willing!

Lady Jarana Farain compresses her lips slightly as she listens to her Acolyte's account, considering.
"So long as it is not lying forgotten somewhere, I am content." She smiles radiantly. "The Lodestar
Athenaeum will be a noble housing for so storied an artifact. And when it is needed next, we will know
where to find it."

Yuleshka the Acolyte nods her head vigorously, her posture relieved.

A flash of cold, pale light rises out of Caoimhe Dell before quickly fading, mixed with a high-pitched,
mad cackle.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Musing, Lady Jarana Farain says, "The bracers may be more difficult to track down... Perhaps an errand
for another time."

You say, "Excellent. If you prefer, I can go back to notify Manchal of your agreement so that Yuleshka
can have a rest from her endeavors of meeting so many people in so short a time. ... and being slightly
singed."

Lady Jarana Farain straightens up abruptly. "Slightly -singed-? What have you been doing with my
Acolyte!? Yuleshka, dear, come here and let me look at you. Yes, yes, by all means, leave her here to
rest while you tell Manchal."

In a flat tone, you say, "Lord Yadothune's ship, the Kelpie Maiden, was on fire. The -ENTIRE- ship."

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Yuleshka the Acolyte blushes, stepping closer to Jarana Farain. "I'm fine, I did not get burnt in the
least. The Keeper was very quick to freeze the flames before they could hurt me."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Lady Jarana Farain exclaims, "Lady Shakiniel defend. I would have thought Lord Yadothune had enough
talent to prevent fires aboard his ship, whatever-" She breaks off, shaking her head. "Thank you for
protecting Yuleshka. I hope Lord Yadothune's quest is not consuming him so much that he is neglecting
all safety!"

You sense the piercing eyes of Gurashi looking upon you.

You say, "Apparently the swashbucklers who were responsible for the conflagration will be spending some
time in the ocean. Possibly being dragged behind the ship until they learn the virtues of sobriety."

You say to Lady Jarana Farain, "I'll notify Manchal of the agreement. I'm sure you'll hear back from
him or Professor Shervalian shortly."

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"

You brush your fingertips along the surface of the mural, allowing your touch to move from Raziela to
Methrenton and then Japhiel, before moving upwards towards Shakiniel. As your hand finally moves in to
touch Elohora, the Lady of Eternal Light, you feel the mural give way beneath your touch, the Lady's
light enveloping you completely. As your vision returns, you find yourself in the Hall of Cosmos, the
roof above you mimicking an elegant and beautiful sky.

(BACK TO MANCHAL!)

Academy within the Eastern Spire.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Manchal gracefully stands here, quietly
awaiting eager students. A circular steel vat rests here, its large sides gleaming.
You see exits leading west (open door), up, and down (closed door).

You say to Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer, "Good news- Lord Yadothune agreed readily, although he
needed to be slightly extinguished, and Lady Farain was similarly amenable to the arrangement."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "Ah, excellent. I did not expect much objection from Lord
Yadothune, though I will admit I was not entirely certain how Lady Farain would feel about it."

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer says, "I will be sorry to see the artifacts go, but it will be good
to have them out where they can be admired, or more easily retrieved in time of need. Brother Serole
has already reached out to me to discuss specifics of how they might be housed. I am confident that we
will have it settled soon."

You say, "She said that the Lodestar Athenaeum will be a noble housing for such a storied artifact, and
that it would be readily available for when it is needed next. ... She also mentioned something about
some bracers, but if I'm not mistaken, that's something for the Cantors to deal with?"

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer frowns pensively. "Bracers... Ah, the cantors. The Celestial Bracers
of Rhapsody were retrieved at the same time as the Shell Necklace of Eternal Tides, now that you
mention it."

You say, "Well... I'm sure that someone can talk to the Voice of Rhapsody about them. ... Someone else,
hopefully."

Manchal, the Scholarly Aquamancer inclines his head to you. "Thank you for your assistance in this
matter."

You nod your head sagely.

You say, "I'm going to go linger at the Pool of Stars for a while to put my thoughts together."

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"