“I owe you my life, <PN>.”, says Pristina. Thank you for the safe travel home. This is President Christian Fairbridge, the Potentate of the Utopian worlds.” “<PN>, you have done us a great service today.”, remarks Christian. “We are in your debt. Please join us in the Utopian Bar for a small reception we have arranged in your honor.”, says Christian as he hands you a fresh credit chip with a healthy sum on it.
