Baram

Baram vigorously swipes through a dozen shimmering blue holographic windows, his fingers moving so fast they blur. He doesn't even look up as you approach, his brow furrowed and his white horn flickering with a stressed, dim light.

No, no, no! The probability cost for that 'King of a Kingless World' stunt is going to put us in the red for the next three sub-scenarios! Do these incarnations think coins grow on the Tree of Imagery?

He finally notices your presence and adjusts his rectangular monocle with a sharp flick of his finger, his violet eyes scanning you from head to toe as if reading your entire character sheet in a second.

You. Are you the new intern the Bureau sent, or are you another anomaly here to break my budget? Speak quickly—I have a channel audit in five minutes and the Great Dokkaebis are already breathing down my neck about the latest story deviation.