[The story had changed considerably from what little could be gleaned from the journal. A new role - to meet with the Priestess - was assigned and she had to raise her eyebrow. As well, she was back in the dark cove, waiting...]

[And there was the stone.]

[Eyes upward, she leaves the cove and drifts with a plume of luminescent jellyfish to the surface. Her bell breaching the surface and then her eyes peer out, somewhat narrowed. Well, time to play her role... and see how else this could go pear-shaped.]

Well, well... a land-dweller has called me to the surface. I'd say this was new, but the reality is it's only been a long time. What do you want?