Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20200229040823

Your occupation as a tax collector has earned you few friends here in the capitol city, and your pay has been cut for the third tike since you started, leaving it so low that you can barely afford your portion of the rent, let alone food or new clothes.

One of your three cohabitants, however, seems to always have money to spare, and has been bankrolling your personal wellbeing out of his own pocket.

One evening, in hushed tones, he ushers you out the door and up a sidestreet, leading you along the fastet path to the trolley station.

He shows the clerk a very expensive pocketwatch, emblazoned with a crest similar to that of several noble houses, (ones you rarely witness in person, on account of your work being mostly in the lower, poorer sectors of the mountaintop city.)

This crest, however familiar, bears several additional symbols, some alchemical, others tied to the identity of your friend.

How he managed to gain status as a noble, you've no idea.

The clerk, looking frightened, hands your friend a pair of tickets, and he drags you towards a doorway indicated by the clerk.

As you step aboard and the doors close, the cabin begins to rise along the cables, and your friend begins to explain while shoving a bag of fancy clothes into your arms.

"I have ingratiated myself with the upper crust, and I am now engaged to marry the second-eldest daughter of house Draq."

(a, pronounced like the "o" in drop, and the q like a "k")

"I have also been lauding your personality, charm, and other great qualities, so much so that they would like to meet you, likely to marry off to their eldest daughter, who is also looking for a spouse as of late."

(It is not uncommon for the nobles of this city to be monsters, as being so much more long lived than the lower class humans allows them to amass great stores of wealth through simple work and commerce, hoisting random men out of squalor in a sort of lottery of luxury.)

"I must warn you, the nobles of house Draq are not the same sort of creatures you hear about in bars around the city, they seem almost human, even though they aren't."

(What sort of beautiful creature awaits you? A shapeshifting metallic dragon grown fat on wealth and power? An Alp starved of attemtion? A white haired Succubus? Perhaps Something never recorded even in the annals of history?) 