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locked with the gray of Korm’s, her face a picture of calm and practiced diplomacy. “The creature calls itself Juval. I believe that it can be reasoned with. Like any demon, it is subject to powerful desires that can be twisted to manipulate the creature to your own ends. In this case, the wealth collected here will serve to stoke its avarice.”
    Korm stared at the bag of treasure for a long while before returning his attention to Iranez. “You rule an entire nation and own a ship with a demon in it. Aebos and I are not your lackeys. Why don’t you do this yourself?”
    Iranez sighed softly. “No kingdom in all of Golarion has as many wizards and mystics as does my homeland of Nex. As a supreme agent of the Council of Three and Nine, my every action is scried, scrutinized, and divined by numerous factions. By special design, this chamber has the power to block such divinations. This power alone allows me to speak of Juval and its influence over the waves, for if I did so elsewhere word of my involvement would reach all quarters of Quantium within the hour.”
    Korm scoffed. “The politics of Nex are none of our concern.”
    The alchemist’s eyes widened comically and his jaw went slack. “The utter insolence! The Lady Iranez rescued you from certain death and brought you into her confidence! And she has provided you with this resplendent meal.”
    “This is her demon,” Korm responded. “Her problem. The way I see it, the Lady Iranez and her demon have provided me with all of my recent meals.”
    “Mister Calladan,” said Iranez, “you survived the River Road and the dangers of distant Vudra. I have faith in your ability to talk yourself out of a problem, as does the Orb. You must pass through the lens into the demon’s territory. There, you must convince Juval to withdraw its influence to the ship itself, and return the winds and waves to the waters surrounding Nex. What trinkets Juval does not claim are yours to keep, with my blessing. Upon your return from the world of the lens, I promise you safe passage to Quantium.”
    A wide grin broke across Aebos’s face. “My lady,” he said, “we could have saved significant anguish if you had led with the bit about us getting to keep the treasure. We will agree to your terms.”
    “As if the two of you reprobates deserve any riches beyond your lives,” snapped Epostian Creeg. “My service to the Lady Iranez has convinced me to trust the guidance of the Orb, but what it sees in you, I cannot tell. I do not believe that the two of you can be trusted.”
    “Nor, I confess, do I,” said Iranez, her voice tinged with a hint of regret soon erased by a wan smile. “To ensure that our needs are met, Korm and Aebos will be accompanied by my most trusted agent, Epostian Creeg.”
    The alchemist’s face turned as white as his fine leather suit.

Chapter Three: Beyond the Demon Lens
    For a long moment Korm Calladan felt only a pleasant warmth. Gone were the fears of starvation, the thrill of combat in the cramped underdeck of the Queen’s Lament, the suspicion of the Lady Iranez and her imposing crew. He knew his cyclops companion Aebos and the preening alchemist Epostian Creeg were somewhere ahead, for they had preceded him through the curved glass lens at the heart of the Relentless, but in the soothing calm he saw only a featureless white haze.
    After the rigors of the past weeks, Korm wanted more than anything to linger in this peaceful no-man’s land, but his legs seemed determined to carry him forward despite the wishes of his overworked mind. He counted the steps. Upon the sixth, the haze vanished abruptly, and Korm found himself near the edge of a jagged bluff of rigid red stone, his long black hair and considerable mustache whipped by a stark, ill-smelling wind. A thin white outline in the air behind him marked the way back to safety on the other side of the lens. A cackle of ominous thunder ripped through the inky black clouds cloaking the turbid skies