Some time has passed since you, Jonas and Hecate defeated the troll.
When this scene picks up, you're still soaked with sweat and blood from yet another fight. Who (or what) did you fight this time? How did you beat them? What's hurting the most right now?
You were brought out of the pit, your wrists and ankles shackled, a single starore metal chain linking them together. You were then hooded, and led by one of the beefier guards, Orlence, underneath the pit down a corridor. Your bare feet slapped on the stone for many yards until you were led outside. You know it's outside because of the breeze, the sounds of birds and distant conversation that isn't the rough shouts of bloodthirsty men or the call of odds and bets on you. Or against you. How long has it been since you were outside, Naomi?
Orlence prodded you to step onto a platform, a wooden one. Unstable one. No, not quite right, it isn't falling, it's floating. A ship. A wooden flying ship. It smells like oak and there's a distinct smell here, too. Something sweet, but you can't quite place it.
Natasha Syri, the great and wondrous Lady Blackbird,
You've recently healed enough from Caess' gunshot to be walking around. What still hurts? Have you heard anything about the Pirate King since the month after your last meeting? What did you tell your father?
Natasha, you're dressed to the nines, your handmaiden, Alessa, made sure of it, saying the Lord Blackbird insisted. You've traveled from Ilysium to a small floating island near Olympia. The place smells of squalor and poverty even here. This must be one of those impoverished islands that are populated solely by those who serve, service and entertain the Imperial sailors of the great Navy.
What incense did you ask Alessa to burn today? Something sweet and delicate, what does it remind you of? You know your father expects you any minute, he sent a servant to fetch you. Today he's giving you "a very special present". Does he give you things often now?
What do you do?