[Riftline Station]

SUDDENLY!

A little wyrmling pops out of Gwen's backpack. The critter isn't much bigger than a house cat and he looks like he's made of living silvered glass. It gives the teeny guy a rather mirrored look. He's grinning up at Gwen and radiating an aura of fae power that might be positively terrifying to anyone who can sense it. Whatever that this is, he isn't the cute little innocent shape he's wearing right now.

"Hiya!" Maph'tey chirps. "I heard someone is in need of magical patronage?"

That would be Gwen!

Looks like she's in luck.

...maybe?

"Because it just so happens I've got some patronaging to give out to an interested party."