Ok, you might be right – that’s an ugly drawing of you – but you were going through a lot at the time! Though you weren’t out there grinning like a creep, and your fangs don’t poke out either!

That hard soap also did wonders on your fur. No way you could be mistaken for that now, right?

You take an effort to stifle your fears and move on.

After swallowing your own face, you begin to realize that they might be drawing these posters faster than you can chew them.

Tell them? Are you serious? And how would changing your entire appearance not seem suspicious to them?

No one is going to save you from being hunted. Friends. Family. No one.

Well, no one sober that is.

This is something you need to do on your own. It was nice of Zeb to have clothed and fed you, and have his cousin help out in finding Iron, but would he have done any of that had he known you are a wanted person?

You’re going to keep quiet. Tell them nothin’.

And uh, marginally lower your chances of being recognized, without looking suspicious, of course.

After you stow the poster, and take a few deep breaths, you catch up with Zeb and Janko, who are fortunately still occupied in their religious yapping. It seems like you caught the tail end of their debate–-  something about which religion chucked the least amount of babies back then??

Zeb looks back and cocks his head as you approach, “Is everything okay, Glass?”

“Y-yeah! Everything’s fine!”

“It appears this one is enjoying themselves to all of Cohv’s splendor, eh?”

“Sure am!”

You ask Janko about the lightkeeper and how much sway they have over the law.

“Well, child, as soon as we pass over that red line on the bridge, we will be in Mandaskan territory, and therefore, Lightkeeper Kivari’s word is law.” 

“But I assume you’re talking about the greater city, in which, it really depends. The Qothic Empire expects their laws to be followed, but the will and power of a lightkeeper isn’t something to be trifled with. The Qoths are wise to respect Mandasko’s faculties, as Cohv itself was once built under glorious Mandaskan rule!”

“And also set ablaze under glorious Mandaskan rule…” Zeb snips.

“Zeb, don’t let your balls parade your wit.”

You continue, “So.. let’s say if there was a situation in which someone needed a pardon, would a lightkeeper be able to grant that?”

“Ah, now there’s that someone again!” Janko chuckles, “Up to more mischief, eh?”

Janko continues, “Well, perhaps if they’re worth the trouble…”

You enter The Beacon’s antechamber.

“Welcome to a delicious slice of Mandasko! This is the closest you can be to Daunto here in Siltria!”

“Wait here, enjoy the culture!” Janko raises his voice, “And Glass, keep an eye on our Pasturist boy here, make sure his Shama doesn’t yank him out those doors with his divine cane or something!”

“J-Janko! Stop! Be quiet!” Zeb squirms.

“Well, off to work my charm!”

Janko walks down the steps. 

Your ears perk up and hear strange singing beyond the door to the main chamber. The building is heavy with incense.

You take in the sight before you.