The Primarch Keeps Breaking Things

Show Content

Spoiler

> A Render's Egg, but she's never had any real use for those, so she sells it and sends the much-appreciated money home to the extended family
> This woman hasn't had to hold any kind of regular job for years because she basically makes an occupation of winning this prize.

"It's a Render's Egg," doe-Elana says, antler bells tinkling when she leans in for emphasis. "Real, not synthetic. Yanked straight from the chrysalisk mines up in Pyll Rise. They give 'em to you wrapped in lindworm leather—apparently it keeps the spirit trapped in there calm. Did you know that? I had no idea."

"That's crazy," you exclaim. Several of Maripaz' patrons glance your way. "Aren't Render's Eggs too rare to just give away at a festival? Only nine or ten ever exist at a time, unless someone cheats and tweaks the world seed, but even then it's just--"

Barth kicks you from under the table.

"Uh, nevermind. Sorry for talking over you. You were saying?"

While doe-Elana tilts her head, wearing a puzzled smile, you give yourself a mental slap. The first rule of pandimensional travel: Don't talk about pandimensional travel. That goes triple for anyone from the Circles. Quadruple for a Primarch.

"...It makes sense they'd be that rare, though, considering the price. Haven't had a proper job in years. I auction mine off and send the money home to the herd, like a good girl." Doe-Elana seems willing to pretend you didn't just startle twenty people with impassioned nonsense. "I didn't know Render's Eggs ate seeds, though! How does that work? They don't have mouths."

Barth orders food on all your behalf while doe-Elana rests her chin in her hand, awaiting a reply. Wow, this talk veered way off course. Never mind seeds—Render's Eggs don't eat at all!

You want to steer the conversation in a useful direction, but you suspect dismissing doe-Elana's curiosity might hurt your budding relationship. Fighter types are always more perceptive than they appear.

Gahh. What do?

>_