>>6225029>“We might as well see Klement and get it over with.” You groan. By now, the Bergliez heir had likely received word of your arrival in Shangri-La. Knowing him, he’d probably already set up some sort of prank or joke and was eagerly anticipating your arrival. Klement’s sense of humor was always a chore to deal with. “Alvin, you come with me. The rest of you can wander at your leisure. And May. Don’t get caught.”“You got it, boss!” May salutes, before sauntering off into the sea of bodies crowding around the tables in the great hall. The rest of your companions split up in different directions, each venturing forth to find their own vice of choice. Elric heads towards the direction of the cage fighting, Cassius towards a group of scantily clad dancers, and Cuthbert and Nadia towards the bar. Adeline however, hovers awkwardly around the door, more uncomfortable within these walls than she had been in the hot desert sun.
“I will…wait here for your return.” Adeline says, a red blush creeping on her face. She averts her eyes as a topless woman turns the corner, carrying a tray of drinks in hand.
>“Whatever, suit yourself.” You shrug. Together with Alvin, you climb up the stairs to the higher levels of Shangri-La. Looking around, it was clear to see that this place lived up to its reputation. Every vice imaginable was at your disposal, provided you had the gold to fund it. As you make your way to the level where Klement resides, you find that it is across from the suspended cage where the fighting you saw earlier was taking place. Situated on a platform is a large, velvet throne, bigger than any you’ve ever seen. It is on this level of the palace that you no longer see goons similar to the ones that were guarding the outside gates, but rather the armor-clad knights of House Bergliez.
Several groups of scantily clad women lounge around the throne, drinking and smoking atop plush cushions. And seated in that red, plush throne is none other than your former housemate, Klement von Bergliez. The man looks the same as when you’d last seen him at Garreg Mach, and he looks completely in his element in this debauched place. In his lap, a Morfisian woman clad in loose, thin silks rests with her arms across him. Two men flank his side. On the right stands a smug looking, green-haired man with his arms crossed. On the left, a dark-skinned Morfisian in ornate looking, rich robes. Together, they hold court in this place, staring down at a blonde man clad in white armor, and a brunette woman who have their backs turned towards you.
You are stopped by a brawny man just as you and Alvin reach the top level. From his complexion and facial features, you can tell that he is from Fodlan rather than Morfis.
“Halt. Identify yourselves. The Conqueror is not seeing visitors presently.” The man says.
