Dionysus So Arlie awakens in the Havens, where his guardian angels bow to him.

Arlie_B He stiffens immediately, and then realizes that he's not in front of a Basilisk

Arlie_B he probably grabs his head, touches his neck

Dionysus "The gods are at war, Servant, but one has claimed the right to speak with you."

Arlie_B "Really, you don't have to bow, and you can just call me Arlie."

Arlie_B "Gods? Speak with... ok."

Dionysus "Do not presume to countermand the Code, Servant. The Father of Stories is ahead." They turn to escort you.

Arlie_B "Um, right, <mutter> polite, honored of course."

Arlie_B "One quick sanity check, am I dead?"

Dionysus "You are."

• Arlie_B slumps a bit. "Well that settles a bet."

Dionysus An old sailor smiles at you as you approach through a strange, tan-hued city.

Dionysus "Greetings, Servant."

• Arlie_B bows.

Arlie_B "All the honorifics I know don't really apply here, my Lord."

Dionysus He laughs good naturedly. "You lead a good life, Servant. The story of your life will be told time & again."

Arlie_B "The tall tales help a bit."

Arlie_B "I suppose."

Dionysus "I have a proposition for you."

Dionysus "As the Father of Stories, I seek to establish myself on your world."

Dionysus "And I would like to--" Everything goes white.