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The idiots in the board rooms and meetings think it would be useful for menial things. They would use it for something useless. Such as, 'perhaps we could use the infrastructure from the other layers as inspiration. What are the roads like in the fourth layer?'

The fourth layer is quite literally a cesspool.

No. Eric uses it for culture and art. His favorite theatre, his own, is no longer operating in Faerun. Obviously. But, his second favorite?

Well, there’s a theatre in the James Woods. A small theatre, some would say. The stage is made of twigs and stones. The theatre seats are made of moss. The audience is rowdy and poorly behaved. The performances? Absolute chaos. Atrocious acting. Possibly the most sacrilegious performance of Hamlet he’s ever witnessed. And he used to direct zombies.

But there’s always three reserved seats left empty in honor of three idiots, all loved by their mushroom.

There were little details he recognized from his own conversations he had with Ghoul when he assumed the mushroom wasn't listening.