"Oh, trust me, I have a long list of issues with our creators," Bel said. "I like the long lifespan and less need for rest, but not so much the sun-blindness." And Bel has a surface ancestor somewhere back there, so he can still see in full daylight; he just dislikes it.

"Okay. So, you're alone. You are surrounded by people who are not soldiers, and most threats are currently localized and small-scale and many lack an obvious connection to one another." He held up a hand to forestall Gadriel's comment about how they are probably connected by whatever Chaos is. (Bel is vaguely familiar with his local cosmology, but plenty of chaotic-aligned planes are benevolent, and some of the lower planes are lawful-aligned.)

"The local government have unknown motivations, and are generally being cagey with information, but you're currently not equipped to take them on even if they are lying. What do you do?"