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Pier Point: headquarters of the IPC; indomitable space network of astral fleets; home. It should beckon to the soul of this weary nomad, but today, it doesn't. Whatever dignity she had left had been spent humbling herself before the public counsel following her performance in Belebog. All she wanted to do was retire to the comfort of her fuzzy haven and sleep the day away, but here she stood,
❝...Aventurine.❞
—a jester before a king wearing a wicked smirk beneath his crown of hauteur. In the middle of an empty bar, no less. What a shrewd businessman; no tact for confidentiality. ❝I see your return coincided with my own in a very timely manner. Should I be impressed?❞ Considering how much they travel independently?
