Following her exemplary fieldwork at C2E2, B’Barb has finally departed for her long-overdue vacation to the Purelake, where she intends to commune with a local strain of spa spren and practice the ancient art of floating in silence. We wish her warm shallows and minimal philosophical entanglements.
With B’Barb temporarily off-world, Phyl has been deployed solo to Celsius 232—a high-traffic Terran convergence zone for speculative thinkers, creative anomalies, and the occasional Shardic observer in disguise. While he initially protested the assignment, he knows the Bureau needs this for one reason, and one reason only: recruitment.
The Cosmere is expanding. More travelers are slipping between realms without proper training, documentation, or an understanding of basic Investiture hygiene. Our personnel numbers remain critically low. The time has come to identify new candidates—those with curiosity, resilience, and questionable judgment—who may be eligible for Bureau certification.
Phyl will be operating at the Dragonsteel booth, distributing literature, conducting field interviews, and quietly evaluating attendees for potential onboarding. Come and chat with Phyl. Ask the questions. Pass the test, and we'll give you a free pin!
NOTES FROM HQ: For questions, emergencies, or spontaneous perpendicularity events, please consult Phyl at the Dragonsteel Booth or yell loudly in Ancient Yolish and hope for the best.
