[Suzerain of Sheol]

Largely ignoring the no-doubt thrilling conversation unfolding behind her, Tsaerri leads her two companions through the quiet streets of the lower Western Commons that make up her neighborhood. Passing off-duty carpenters and gardeners, they raise more than a few eyebrows with the hefty piece of machinery trundling along behind them, but no one accosts them. It doesn't take long to reach the secluded half-house tucked into a shadowy corner of the city wall that serves as her home.

And of course, the door is hanging open. Tsaerri just stops and stares at it flatly, neglecting to even comment.