Harriot looked at the mist above the lake warily. This was something that even he needed to be wary of, for it was the guardian of the lake underneath, and only those recognized by the lake could enter.
Yes, being a Dao Lord could allow him to exert his strength and power, but within the Primordial Garden, that strength only went so far. Even then, this remained merely a garden, and not a Mature realm, which is why some of the genuine horrors of the Primordial Age were destined to never be recreated.
"You are being summoned," he spoke into the mist, and waited for the Waddle Brigade to come out on their own.
Deep from within the mist, sounds of something moving through the water could be heard.
Meanwhile, the other Dao Lords of the Primordial Garden convened, very seriously discussing the most critical issue of the moment.
"Shall we forgo refreshment? I feel like if we bring refreshments of our own, the Innkeeper will take offence to that," said one of the Dao Lords.
