Here it is; the Marble City.
To talk to Julius, of course. Not to party.
Well, look who it is!
It's like a surprise guest, but much worse.
It's a triple-entendre.
He's into blood.
Who, or what, do you think Immortal King Julius is?
Darmo's been busy.
Snuffed out with all the ease of extinguishing a candle, or turning out a light.
"Like we haven't glimpsed enough." -Luban
It's a nice place as long as you don't leave, look out the walls, think about what's outside of the walls, or have any desire to leave ever.
Everything has its limits.
Hopefully not, though.
Look who's back! They were sorely missed.
I don't even remember what was happening last time. Something about a dragon?
At long, long last, the letter will be delivered. Or will it?
