The Asabiyyah accompanying you are hurrying through the labyrinth of iron corridors within this behemoth. You wonder a little at the purpose of this enormous machine city - a part of you suspects that you have merely glimpsed a small sliver of its wonders.
The furtive Shrouded Man,
>>5709518who appears to be acting as a guide, speaks in a muffled tone behind his dark headscarf. You are surprised to discover his voice is quite pleasant and mellifluous, despite his sinister demeanour. Or is it a feigned unctuousness, an insincere servility?
The Shrouded Man urges,
- We must hurry! Do you not hear the chime, the tolling of the great bell? (QM: A great resonant sepulchral moan reverberates once again throughout the hollow reaches within the Machine City). We must reach her before it is too late!
