[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

It was an easy walk to the castle at the heart of Bastion, and Aynia would find that even though a war was most certainly an oppressive threat, life in the capitol was relatively unchanged for now. The castle was familiar, and the walk to her personal suite was just as routine and mundane as it had been since before Aimsir was invaded by the forces of Chaosium.

What was odd to Aynia was the fact that there was a light shining out from her door. If there was any trepidation or fear, it was soon settled when she opened the door. Sitting in the open windowsill was a man dressed in the Yellow and orange of a clan Summer nobleman, but his face was pale porcelain and gold mask wreathed in purple smoke. He got up jovially and bowed deeply, "Hello, my queen! I trust that your meeting with Lord-Captain Tattone of the Fleet went well?" His voice sounded as though he was smiling, although the mask showed nothing of his expression except a slightly bemused look, as though the figure was in on a joke that hadn't been explained yet. "I'm sorry that our first official meeting is like this, my predecessor was much more into pomp and theatre." The smoky head looked up at her as he rose from his bow, "As you might surmise, I'm your Oracle, my queen, and I bring strange news. You may want to take a seat, as this is certainly jarring indeed."