Shyka smile smugly, as they take the crown. "We're glad to see that some mortals understand how the world work

Shyka smile smugly, as they take the crown. "We're glad to see that some mortals understand how the world works. As we promised, you've set in motion the events that we think you'll find quite beneficial. The past is not so immutable as Nyrissa believes, nor her cup so full. But here's a little something extra for your trouble." The Eldest reaches into a sleeve and pulls out a bulging sack, tossing it at your feet. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're late for an appointment... or was that early?" With a thoughtful expression, Shyka wink out of existence.