A bolt of lightning shot through the great ice wolf, and it yelped, more of shock than pain as the lightning did little to harm him. "Stow thy jester, or at least keep her magic in check! Thy mastery of sorcery leaves much to be desired!" Bledig looked back between the beholder and the possessed sailor, its ears laid back in annoyance as it picked up where it had been interrupted. "Thy speech holds aloft the care and dignity of a banquet for krill, Children of the Deep," he responded, looking first at Dyn, then to Reemes. "However, it doth behoove us all to acquiesce to thine request, to the extent of which I doth... ken."

[color=6ecff6][i]The great frosted wolf drifted forward, coming to rest on the ship's deck itself. Where its feet touched our boat, ice sprang from its wintry pads, spreading forth as if to create a frozen carpet for it to advance upon. Bledig held himself with a strong air of self-importance like a noblewoman in a commoner's market. It glared down at us, dwarfing all of us in size. I considered casting an Enlarge spell on our barbarian, but the Circle of Power taxing my concentration was a much more effective defensive measure. For now.[/i][/color]

Bledig laid his head down on the deck of the ship, seemingly appearing tired. "For years, I have been the Gate's Steward. I won the honor in a duel with the previous Steward, whom I defeated. And for years, none have dared challenge me. Until now. A marid, unhappy with my decisions yet too cowardly to act on it, cast some wild wish upon the gate, conjoining our worlds in mortal peril. I cannot confront the marid, as he has hidden himself deep within the waters, and my duties restrict me to remain nearby the Gate. Wouldst thou find him snd bring him to whatever form of justice thou seest fit?"