It's pouring down as hard as ever, but the mist and rain do little to hide what's finally in front of her. ( The Temple of Karma. )

The Embryon's strategist is currently perched on the edge of a Convenient Nexus Landmark, nursing a purchased cup of tea*. All manner of glimmering coinage from countless worlds coats the bottom of the landmark's fountain; Gale's hard put to find many he recognizes in the mix. He digs some change from his pocket, and flicks a penny in. Superstition ( Read more... )