It was a perfect Nettlehusk morning. Smoggy sunshine, the smell of ore-dust and fresh bread in the air, and a thousand different merchants yelling at you in a thousand different accents.
The team strolled through the town square, enjoying the bustling energy. Pip beeped softly with each step, admiring rows of market stalls stacked with everything from glittering steel to glittering lingerie.
At the edge of the market district stood a grand house with white stone walls, stained-glass windows, and a steep sloping roof. A banner fluttered from a second-floor balcony.
Vuvi stopped in front of the tall iron gate, stretching with satisfaction. "There she is."
"Our headquarters for the next week," Veena added, brushing her silver-streaked hair behind her ear. "Welcome to the future of structured debauchery."
The building stood proud and noble.
For now.
Sera folded her arms. "It looks a little… responsible."
"Not for long," Vuvi grinned.
