"Your fears are not unfounded," Aster acknowledges. "Though, I'd tell you our dragons aren't more or less of a threat than Thorne's mages or the Free Cities' armies."

In another moment of candor, they add: "Or you Summoned yourselves."

Not that they currently believe the off-worlders are a threat, only that they can be, but for The Guardian, and the Nether as a whole, it's worth keeping in mind. Theirs is a small nation, and it's also one restricted by access to magic or viable soil.

"Rest assured, Sam, we don't seek war. We aim to protect what's ours, that's all."

Aster brightens, turning away from the grim subject to present Sam with a small jar of something that, when sniffed, is considerably spicy.

"Next time we meet, I insist you woo me with another dish."