A women had just arrived at the Reverie hotel, sharp green eyes and long red hair. Pretty yet her gaze held no softness. She stepped down and looked around with an almost judgemental gaze as a few other IPC officers were right behind her. She was finally in Penecony, people from throughout the universe were here for the Charmony festival. She signaled the officers to wait at the Reverie and then she went to her own room and sat in the dreampool closing her eyes and ending up in the dream land, the real Penacony she found herself falling down from the sky, she warped to safety landing on the ground, as she then started walking ahead twin daggers in her hand. Looking for a certain gambler as she traversed through the silent alley's avoiding the crowded main streets. Searching through casino's she found Aventurine in one of them gambling his credits away and winning everytime. He had an extraordinary amount of luck because he was blessed by the Gaiathra. She went in there her footsteps silent and covered by the sounds of the people's chatter. She reached behind Aventurine and immediately pressed one of her daggers against his throat making Aventurine stop what he was doing and he put the poker chips down raising his hands up as he sighed. “Good to see you too, Ruby. You know you can cut me slack after I barely escaped getting killed from the emanator of Nihility.” Aventurine said lightheartedly, though he was terrified when he mentioned Acheron. He had failed the mission. To negotiate with Sunday. The dream master never lent an audience he had Sunday for that. Even though Aventurine was persuasive and good at negotiating. Sunday was far ahead of him, the IPC sent Veritas Ratio of the Intelligentsia Guild with him but driven by knowledge, Sunday said he would share findings of the Stellaron with him. So Ratio betrayed Aventurine, though he knows Ruby wouldn't listen to his reasoning. After all Ruby was third of the Stonehearts in the IPC. Aventurine was the eighth, he knew she hated him wholeheartedly.