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four story tower of motley colored stones stands
vigil over the area. Two balconies and a top,
housing crossbow and longbow wielding roughnecks.
You know these to be Taskers. You’re heading
towards The Landlocked Lady? Easy to see. On the
eastern side of this plaza, there is a very
beautiful, two story complex, that comparably
seems ostentatious against the buildings
immediately to the right and left of it which look
to be in serious disrepair and rather rundown and
colorless. Just bland woods, gray and brown. Here
you can see the second story above the main archway,
a curved top arch, there is a false bow of a
ship that is emerging outward. This beautifully
carved mermaid in the front that is clutching the
piercing front of the ship. There it rests with a
sign dangling from it, saying The Landlocked Lady.
MARISHA: I totally get the name of the place now.
SAM: It’s a consistent brand.
MARISHA: It’s very clever.
LIAM: In Zadash, it would look like shit, but here
it’s the belle of the ball.
MATT: Comparably, yes.
MARISHA: It seems that they don’t have a strong
housing code. They can get away with these more
unique builds. It’s very fascinating.
SAM: Sure, it’s really interesting architecture.
MATT: It’s like Shanghai, China; everything looks
different.
ASHLY: How far away are the Taskers? Did we just
pass by them?
MATT: You’re skirting around the outside of the
main Tasker tower. They’re scattered around, and
as you guys are walking around, you see most of
the people that live in the city are in absolute
squalor and are here out of necessity, are here
because they came seeking some sort of fortune and
failed, or they’ve come to indulge in vices that
have slowly crushed them. The other half of the
populace are usually armored to some extent,
whether it be patchwork hides, chain, leathers.
Almost everyone here is armed, even on a scale of
poverty there seems to be a general sense of
needing protection amongst the chaos. Some folks
look like they’re trying not to be seen, many
parade their thickened arms. You see one female,
privateer looking individual, that comes through
the streets and spits on somebody who’s huddled by
one of the stumps. Growls at them before
continuing to walk on. It’s a very unique and
curious motley group of people that call this
place home.
ASHLY: If I talk to them will I be heard?
MATT: If you talk to–?
SAM: Us.
ASHLY: If I talk to the crew?
MATT: No one’s close enough to you, you think, if
you’re quiet enough.
ASHLY: I point out the Tasker tower behind us and
I say: Those are the Taskers. Those are probably
the only other people in this shithole that might
be of use.
SAM: Of use? They’re good guys?