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-- Wow, you really went all out, -- grumbles Gunnlaug. -- But I agree – the four of us could make the Abyss itself collapse so tightly that you couldn’t fit a needle in it.
-- I hope we can play together again, -- Melody said, or rather, sang.
-- Yes, it was... amazing, -- Amadeo sheds a fake tear, or maybe not. -- Don’t disappear!
Tifu is escorted... not to the regent's table, but to a small room at the top of one of the towers. There, she is greeted by the regent, his son, a cleric, and a fourth person, whose face is hidden behind an absurdly large hood. The regent begins to speak.
-- So, as a hospitable host, I will, of course, begin with gratitude. Your skills are impressive, and we all received extraordinary emotions from your performance. But now I must move on to unpleasant questions. Question one: who are you? Question two: what did you say to the poor lackey that made him tremble so? Question three: why did you come to Dismal?