The answer came not from Rania, Phili, Obern, or Roil.
It was quite an unexpected person.
"Ngh... gifts, ugh. Gifts should be something that will make that person happy."
Like a department head suffering from a severe hangover after the previous night's ill-advised office party, Pelerian appeared clutching his head, his usually pristine robes wrinkled and askew. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his normally precise movements were distinctly unsteady.
Suddenly materializing in a flash of pale blue light and swaying slightly on his feet, he fixed them with a bleary-eyed stare before seriously announcing, with all the gravitas of someone sharing profound wisdom, something that was painfully obvious to everyone present. His voice carried the particular tone of someone who believes they're being incredibly insightful while stating the absolute obvious.
