After some farewells, our heroes begin the ride toward Goldenfields. Zephyros’s tower returns to the sky.
A few hours later, en route to the Moonshae Isles, Zephyros drifts down from the control orb on the second floor of his tower. Gingerly, he removes the gag from Amarath’s mouth. He gently scoops up Amarath, and raises him to his eye level.
“I have a message for you to deliver to your god,” the eccentric giant rumbles. “I appreciate the mighty Yan-C-Bin taking some time out of his day to answer my questions, please don’t think that I’m ungrateful. But I have no desire to work toward his evil ways, and I’m somewhat tired of his repeated overtures, particularly overtures that get belligerent with my guests. Please inform your master that I will not work for him. I pay my debts, but I owe him information, not allegiance.”
Amarath’s eyes grow wide. “I’m not that powerful,” he says. “I don’t get to talk to His Ethereal Majesty. I am given orders, and I fulfill them. Or I try to! I can’t send your message!”
Zephyros scratches his chin with his free hand. “Hm. So in order to deliver my message, you would need someone to grant you an audience with your deity?”
Amarath gulps, and remains silent.
After a moment, Zephyros says, “Then it’s settled. I will arrange for an introduction.”
The scene cuts to outside, and we see Zephyros’s tower drifting among the clouds a few miles above the Sea of Swords. A moment later, a small figure screams as he’s dropped from the front door of the tower.