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As Amalia listened to the captain, she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't the only one who had visited the "Pleasures of Life" before its departure. He was definitely under the influence of some substances; otherwise, he wouldn't have been making such strange jokes at that time. And even more so, he wouldn't have been provoking one of the most wanted and, probably, dangerous members of the crew.
However, the other crew members didn't make much of an impression on her – they were just ordinary Nevermore riffraff. There were plenty of them. Or rather, there used to be, before something destroyed most of the city.
The companions turned out to be somewhat more interesting: among them was an elderly gentleman, it wasn't quite clear what he was doing on this ship, several mercenaries, the same typical Nevermore thugs, and a young man she had once encountered in the Order building...
Not believing her eyes, Amalia looked closer: the young man really resembled a young and eccentric acolyte she had once met. She didn't remember his name, but the image of the young man was firmly imprinted in her memory. All that remained was to guess what the Ataraxians might have forgotten, and if he hadn't come alone, how many more of them were here.