Colonel says:
This is a nice place Zeb has! It’s a bit small, but it’s well kept and it feels like a home. Be sure to compliment him on the place and thank him for allowing you to stay. For tonight, enjoy being able to relax with a roof over your head and a friend for company. You can tackle your troubles tomorrow.
“Thanks for letting me stay, Zeb. I didn’t know you were wealthy.”
“Oh, I’m not wealthy by any means…” He gives you a weird look. “How long… have you been in Siltria?”
“I just arrived here this morning.”
“And all of this happened on your first day? Have you even had anything to eat?”
“Not really. But I got this from Yuovo.”
“Glass, you’re not eating that. It looks like Mandri sat on it.”
“It’s fine! I’ve eaten worse.”
Zeb sighs, ”There’s a tavern downstairs. I’m heading down to pick up dinner, and I’m getting you a square meal to eat. “
“That’s… uh, really kind of you.”
exrhythm says:
don’t ignore all the crank engine stuff! it’s probably one of his favorite subjects, and it might help to know a bit more about it if you need to help him fix it!
Rick says:
It’s such a quaint place. Take some time to admire the room and notice Zeb’s interests.
“What’s this? Did you draw this?” You glance at the art on the wall.
“Oh d-don’t mind that haha. It’s from the press– It’s about the circus here in Cohv… Sorry– I usually have time to put away my weird stuff before someone visits.”
“Are those ceveran… skewering on top of crank engines?”
“S-Skewering? Oh, here we call it jousting. It’s a Qothic game. They build specialized cranks and drive around trying to knock each other off, either by ramming or with their lances. It’s really impressive how their engines are built to withstand such impacts. Sometimes they do it one on one, but it’s much cooler with teams. The way the crankers maneuver around each other trying to get the best blow is fascinating. It’s kind of dumb but I think it’s cool. Heh.”
“That’s crazy. You know, back home we have something similar. But we ride on the backs of tramplers instead.”
His eyes widen, “What are tramplers?”
“They’re these furry beasts– nasty, smelly, but very smart.”
“Oh, goodness. I’ve never heard of them before… Have you rode one yourself?”
“We had one when I was younger… His name was Crust.”
“That’s very cute…”
“Thanks. He died in a twister.”
“Oh. I-I’m so sorry Glass. A… twister?”
“It’s when a storm cloud comes down and starts wrecking things–chucking stuff around even. They can destroy entire cities and there’s like nothing you could do to stop them…”
Zeb chuckles awkwardly , “W–Well, on the topic of crank engines– if you’re interested–they’re actually going to be hosting an event at the circus in a couple days. They do more than just jousting. They have races, duels, plays, and all that. S-so if you’d like to come along…”
You smile, “That sounds neat, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Pemdas says:
It wouldn’t be too rude to ask if you can take a bath, or even a wet towel, after what you went through i don’t think people in the streets would appreciate your smell.
Oh… right. Speaking of tramplers, you probably smell like one. Might be overdue for your monthly bath…
You ask about your predicament and ask him where the nearest place to bathe is.
“Oh right. I didn’t want to mention it earlier, but you should probably bathe. It’s kind of the law here – like every other day at least.”
“That often?”
“That’s what the Qoths want. Or as often as it takes to stay clean. How often do you bathe?”
“I–Uh… It depends. I brush my fur regularly though! Well, when I had my brush.”
He sighs, “Through that door right behind you, there’s the shower closet. Go in there and turn the lever, and make sure to turn it back when you’re done. There should be soap in there as well. I’ll go down and get dinner.”
“Thanks again, Zeb.”
“It’s the least I can do, Glass. Make yourself comfortable.”
You enter the shower closet, making sure to store your bag of legally dubious contents within eyeshot.
With the clearest reflection of yourself that you’ve ever seen, you can almost see the bits of dirt and grime you left home with, carried all the way to the other side of the world. You look… awful.
Guess it’s time to wash it all away.
The water is cold, but it feels quite nice on your fur. Almost like standing out in the rain but… naked and free. Clumps of dirt and matted fur wash off of you, making you feel a bit lighter.
And there’s the soap. But not just any soap… Hard soap. You were never wealthy enough to use fancy hard soap before! It smells like a blend of flowers and honey, just like Zeb.
After a few minutes, you shut off the infinite water dispenser. That was… lovely.
Zeb is out, and he even left you some clothes at the door.
…He’s kind of sweet.
Though his wardrobe choice still confuses you.
Being mindful not to get your fur everywhere, you dry off and slip into your new clothes. What do you think?
I feel like this is going to sound weird, but I was kind of hoping Glass’s stomach would rumble during this chapter, especially with her midriff exposed.
Zeb DID say he was getting dinner. You could either choose to look for him, or stay in the room until he returns. You now look clean and proper enough to not garner too much attention to yourself. He mentioned a Tavern, below. It does sound like the most familiar place you could visit and gather information.
nice out fit
you should ask how to read. It’s a pretty big detriment to living in the city.