Meanwhile, inside the Astral Plane where spirits resided...
The figure of Sunchaser stood amidst thick white fog that stretched endlessly in all directions. The fog was neither cold nor warm, and it did not move like natural mist; instead, it remained suspended in place. Every sound seemed muted, as if the fog absorbed unnecessary disturbances.
Sunchaser lowered his head slightly.
"Pray forgive me, Lady Velma," he said in a respectful tone. "It would appear my lord must reconsider his present bearing. At this juncture, we remain uncertain of the arrangement; however, should we find ourselves in any distress or difficulty, we shall not hesitate to solicit your assistance at the terms you have so proposed."
