Isle Of Rest

Andar digested her words and he bowed again to her, "Thank you for putting my mind at ease, your Eminence, I will not disappoint your expectations and those of the Tower Master, but I'm a bit confused, where am I and is this the Feedback I'm expected to be receiving."

"Aahh, I'm getting old," She slapped her forehead dismissively, "You are inside my Realm, a location where every Child of Fire who creates a Talisman that is deemed worthy of my attention, shall be bestowed with my grace. This is a benefit of being a member of a Supreme World. Well normally I don't do this personally, but you are not just any random genius, are you, child?"

Andar had no replies and the older woman smiled, "Okay, let's get back to you and why you are here. I cannot tell you my name yet or your Tower Master would go to war with me. My name can… influence you."