In an endless white room, three people are sitting around a stone table. They all wear a worried expression.
“So he has to have gotten used to living in this world,” the male Hume says.
“Yes, Taron, that seems to be the case,” the male Ailuranthrope answers.
“Still, what was Flux thinking reincarnating him without any reason?! Sure, it’s been a while since the last otherworlder. But we don’t particularly need one right now! And then there’s them giving out skills and traits like that?! And in that number?! We’re lucky this one is so docile!” the female Neotes sighs.
“You’re right, Clayah… But there is still a problem…” a robed figured enters. Their features are hidden in the robe. They take a seat at the table. They barely audibly mumble, “a divine problem. With that many skills… I foresee it will cross the threshold…”
“So you have noticed him already, Ukota?” Taron greets the arriving person, “how long do we have? Not that I particularly care. But still, he ought to enjoy his life while he still has it. I mean, Flux went through the trouble of reincarnating him.”
“According to my estimate, several dozen years. It’ll take longer if he makes more familiars.”
“We could suggest him to get some more…” Clayah answers.
“Yes, please do that discreetly. Also, give him some work to do!” Taron commands.
“As you wish, Taron. What about something in Suscellu’s Domain? They seem to be a good fit.”
“I think I could say the same about anyone’s domain. But I sure could use a subordinate,” Suscellu answers.
“I did not expect you to agree to this readily. You usually reject any candidate I suggest without even thinking about it,” Taron adds.
“I like this one. The ones you usually suggest are way too uptight. I can’t see them enjoying a good cup of wine.”
“I just don’t like drunkards.”
“Enjoying wine doesn’t mean being a drunkard…”
“Yes, yes, we’ve had that argument before. It’s your domain, so do whatever you want. So it shall be.”
“Since that is decided, there one more thing…”
“What is it?”