Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 336==

I paid a visit to the sun church today.  They deserved to know what happened.  I told them all, everything.  I even showed a few of them that wanted to see.  When I left, they were all in prayer.  Some of them believe that she's ascended to her own divine throne, others think she's now the right hand of the sun god while a few think she simply died.  Maybe they'll get their answers from their god.  Anyways, I dropped off some things at the University when Raina showed up.  She invented an interest rate based on how long Marcus is away from home combined with how dangerous the adventure is.  What does she even need all this money for anyways?  She's already living better than the average person in this city, which is already more advanced than most cities out there!  They have bikes and sewers for fuck's sake.  So my options were clear.  Erase my existence from her mind, punch her or we go somewhere nice and have a long talk.  The first two options would have been the most satisfying.  Oh, so satisfying.  Instead, we went and had a nice talk at the cafe with some coffee.  There was snarling involved.  The dragon perspective is an odd one.  They love their wealth and wealth isn't always money or jewels.  Once she had figured out what we were, she decided that us Terrans were part of her treasure hoard, and that lately, we weren't working hard enough to make her money pile even bigger.  Her naive expectations were that we'd be throwing fist fulls of money at her, joyful to have a dragon in our midst because she's a dragon while she protects us from the world with her dragonness.  She didn't take my rebuke well.  I'm probably going to get a visit from Marcus in an hour or so about it.  Fucking dragons.