Picture if you can, shining high in the sky, a citadel, gleaming and pure, dancing above the graves of those shivering masses who lead lives of quiet insignificance on the teeming overpopulated sweaty

world of 2075. You would be picturing, of course, Freeside, marvellous city of splendors,

constructed by the very richest, the wealthiest, and the best born as a shining beacon of light against the squalidness and wretchedness of the world we now

find ourselves in. The dragon friends have found themselves in this nirvana, uninvited, unasked

for, and yet ready to make their own fun. Inside the gleaming white compounds of Voss Saito,

we find the Waterboys, Baston and Bobby,

now invited into the employee lounge

where sad cake is a plenty

and questions more so.

How do you learn the songs?

Graciously asked by your hosts.

Meanwhile, Frizo, Filge and Assorted Javago Twelvians,

you have taken control of the public areas of the control room of Freaside

and have a moment to act as pounding on the door, the receptionist can do little to stop you.

Cool. Is there a command on the computer to release gas into that room?

Absolutely not. Why would they be? Because a security thing. You know how it's security.

There's a button that will call the cops. Oh no, don't press that.

I've been down this road before, Dave. I'm going to, Freezo's going to, like, jump over the counter to the librarian's computer terminal they were looking at and just kind of search around. Maybe they've left a wallet or a purse or something. Great, quickly. Make for me just a... Because they might have high security clearance. Yeah, make a perception check. This will just be 10.

You need to beat.

14. All right. Nice. So you spot quickly, and even though you're not familiar with the technology, you realize that there is a lanyard with a card that is plugged into the computer, which you pull out. What is the name on the lanyard? It says Margrave Rinsellbottom. Very fast on your feet there, Dave.

Margrave Rinsellbottom.

Very fast on your feet there, Dave.

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