"Blazing is okay. So I am too.
He looks ashamed that he lost composure like that.>>541694
"As you want."
You head on into the kitchen.
A lot of slaves are milling about, carrying drinks and food.
"Alcohol was over there, on left.
Jails door was further on right.">>541692
You follow her up the stairs, staying away from the guards' sight>>541700
Your attack misses and you stumble.
The nearest sentry pulls a sword on you but his (rather drunk) buddy just laughs
"Mate cool it. The lass is just had a few too many to drink."
He tries to give you a nice smile
"Lets not start no fights here, yea? This is a feast after all!"
Looking around, you realize you are on a raised platform circling the outer wall of a massive, massive domed room. This must be the old crater.
Far above, a heavy wooden roof caps the volcano. Below, dozens and dozens of bandits party in a drunken stupor.
And near the back a great tower of gold rises, topped by a shadowy throne. Too high up to get to from here. You'd need wings. Or a ladder.>>541712
I dreamed of a haven for the wrongfully scorned. Those who spoke against their lords, who violated petty laws that exist only to stroke the egos of the powerful. A place where justice was law, not power.
…but you'd be surprised how easily those dreams are tarnished, little arsonist. You are living proof of that. I never dreamed of housing one like you in my haven. Yet here you are.
On one hoof it makes me bitter. On the other… it was the best I could do. And it was still better than the world the nobles of Canterlot crafted.
…but thugs do not understand such dreams. They only think of their own bellies and nethers. In that, they are no different than the nobles I once lived among. But at least they are honest, so I still feel I traded up."
Sounds like she hasn't had anyone to talk with in a good while…
Looking down, you can see Coral Burst pop up on the second floor and nearly assault a guard.