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Normally, Subira would have jumped at one of these “change of scenery” sort of orders. Well-to-do strangers had, somewhere between the Jotunheim’s resting site and modest Keraknúr, confirmed her bearings to her, and her steps were quick, firm. [i]This all seems a bit… political,[/i] she languished to herself. It was supposed to be a big deal, or so she had heard, to be called out to Undisclosed Location for this urgent construction project, at the request of some “Silbermine.”

Urgent. [i]What’s urgent about construction?[/i] At least, she always told herself, her interest (and therefore involvement) ended as soon as the cornerstone was posed. [i]Urgent construction project on the Ascendancy’s border?[/i] In a way it was like going backwards. All that work to put the Ascendancy behind her… [i]And here I am trudging right back.[/i] Basically. It was, however, new callings to which she responded those days. A reminder inside a reminder.

Her blasé attitude evaporated as she was finally able to make out what the Jotunheim was. Or, rather, was unable to make out what it was. From afar, the glistening, smooth fortress perplexed her as much as it ignited her curiosity, giving her interest in the project she had been called away from her post as a force mage in the capital’s construction sites for a new lease on life.

Crackling through foothill undergrowth at an unimpressive pace, Subira remained at a healthy distance from the goings-on in the clearing upon reaching it, taken aback by the multiple, clearly aggravated opposing factions occupying it and getting in spats and tense discussions—she read this in their uneasy stances and awkward groupings, rigid body language. Yet, she could not make out their words. 

Her eyes drifted about the clearing from where she was concealed. They widened. [i]What are those? Or… who? Or what?[/i] The smooth skin, peculiar faces, and enchanting getups of the unfamiliar beings buzzing around the metal edifice gripped her. [i]These are completely new. I have never seen whatever that is.[/i] Her mind raced, the scale and gravity of what she was suddenly mixed up in only just beginning to dawn on her. [i]I have to find Silbermine… why am I even here?[/i]

Carefully, she descended into the clearing, the inevitable collision of her Tekeri body with what everybody would soon know to be her Mythadian allegiance nagging somewhere in the back of her mind. The one who best matched the description of Silbermine was… [i]Oh perfect, he is the center of attention. I can’t think of a better way to make an entry than by immediately becoming associated with him.[/i]

She waited impatiently as the frigid discussion unfolded to report to him; meanwhile, both sets of eyes danced across the incredible beings and objects scattered around her, trying to make connections where there were simply none to be made, no, everything was just so out of place… [i]What is any of this?[/i] She dared not speak, having been violently ripped far outside her comfort zone.