The next morning with our wits around us once more, we decided to take a change. Bartering with the Marid would be costly. We needed to much, and had to little to offer. So we decided to play our cards.

We told it about the sleeping god, about it’s prison failing, and it being a matter of years before it would break free.

“this is not my problem, I did not fight this god, I’m a native of this reality, unlike you”

“How do you think this almighty god will look upon you, when it notices that it’s followers did nothing to free it, left in a slumber for millennia, worshipping strange gods?” we countered.

And with a frown from the frog we got down to business once again. Alzjarera would go and check our story, he’d be back in a few days. If we spoke true it would indeed be a problem for him. He would use his contacts to get us to the prince of the Marid city. And if we would be able to convince it we might have a direct line to the Marid emperor, one of the most important creatures in the plane of water. A deal made Alzjarera left and we left behind in it’s lair.

We decided to check out the place. His domain turned out to be some kind of giant shellfish, something that had been raised by the marid for centuries until it got to this humungous size. We looked through all the hallways, found various magic items, but nothing of great import. Outside of the it’s lair we did find something though. An old logbook, from the time the githyanki temple was still here. It told of the population of the temple steadily declining, of the Marid clergy that was busy using a divine phylactery to lure the natives to them.
This phylactery instead of a normal phylactery, which stores souls, would store.. faith. Faith itself in its purest form. IT was in a way similar to the boxes that contained the Guardian. It would be something of great power. It might be useable by Esk to make sure she needs less souls to ascent..

In the library I find a book on the cloudy forest, filled with intelligent jellyfish, and in another book I learn the horrid ways of how to estimate the value of.. slaves.