You are now Zeb.

S- so… Y-you’ve been—

The Captain speaks up, “So, lass, how’d ye find the accommodations last night?”

“F-fine.”

“Ah, dinnae be so blate now, I ken ye loved the hot closet washing over yer bum. Some advice for ye: If ye get to stay in an Imperial Tower, enjoy yersel!”

“O-okay… I’ll try…”

So they’ve made you spend last night in one of these weird buildings. The hot shower closets were actually quite nice and calming… that was until you turned around and saw a painting of a scary face on the wall behind you. The Captain told you that it’s their Goddess of Beauty “Mewgloss” helping you “gussy up”, but now you’re certain that all Qoths just have a form of brain damage.

I mean, ever since she took you here, everyone smells like oil, and they live in a city inside of a building. And when you couldn’t get more overstimulated The Captain decided to drink an entire gallon of milk while staring at you. Who does that!?

You can’t believe that you’re saying this but you think you’d rather be at The Beacon across the bridge…

“C-captain, what are we doing here?”

“We are here to have a little chat with Captain Delaford. Now, while I expected that she’d be so eager to speak with us, we’ve caught her a wee bit occupied with a surprise game of Topple. And we’d do well to leave her to her game.”

“Alright… What’s Topple, exactly?”

“Oh, it’s a game where ye try to hack each other’s legs off.”

“What?”

“Heheh… Ehh…..” She looks down at the crowd gathering outside. “Someone must’ve really broke her spokes today.”

She changes the subject, “Are ye hungry?”

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