This place was stranger than she thought it would be. She had studied the culture of this place before coming here. She was getting a constant information feed from the members of the Veorfolni that were stationed on Brench. She was the prophet of the group, so she had all the information at their disposal right at her fingertips. Yet none of that fully prepared her to physically arriving there. Seeing a planet from space without a world tree was eerie. If it weren’t for the lights of the cities below, she would have thought it was dying. And then she actually landed.

Asynia got a few strange glances as she walked through the streets towards her destination. That was to be expected though. She was tall for a female, and her horns and tail stood out like a sore thumb. She had to wrap it around her waist to keep it from slamming into others in the crowd. At first glance, the Brenchian Citadel seemed like a booming city. A thriving community of Brenchians living about their daily lives. But Asynia knew the truth. This was a mere remnant of what the Brenchians had once been.

The Planet Trade Organization had fallen upon hard times. It was now directionless, a fraction of what it had once been. That was the main reason for why Asynia had come here, and why the Veorfolni had set up detail on the planet. They planned to take control of the directionless organization, and bring light back to the people who were wandering aimlessly through the darkness. Once the PTO was under their full control and they access to all of their resources, they would be able to put their true plans into action. The entire universe would be filled with the glorious light of Yggdrasil. But Asynia had a more immediate concern to deal with.

Asynia wrinkled her nose as she entered a bar. The smell of booze and the sounds of the crowd filled the room. This place was truly vast, unnecessarily so. Already Asynia hated this place. The people knew that their government was suffering and needed support. While it wasn’t wrong to occasionally wind down and relax, the establishment’s vast size was overly lavish. The fact that the entire space was regularly packed meant that people were constantly drinking their troubles away and ignoring the suffering the galaxy was going through.

Asynia pushed her way through the crowd fairly easily until she got where she wanted to get to. She was in front of a bar, where a massive Brenchian was tending to the customers. She waited for him to be open. Then she spoke out in a Calm, commanding voice.

“I request an audience with Slunge. I have business with him.”