>>6341334>>6341377I hope you realize this is canon now. Thanks for the fanart, I died laughing when I saw it.
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Slumped upon your bone throne with your arms crossed beneath your bosom, a pout cannot escape your face. Sebonestian - first among your retainers and the most intelligent of your bone boys - just got finished roasting your grand designs. Okay, the names of the two largest suites might have been a <span class="mu-i">bit</span> ostentatious, sure, but eight floors worth of guest chambers are a necessity! Your agreement with the King Potato of the Sunpeak Undermount for the lands to build your tower necessitate its function as an inn.
The four skydocks were his request as well. They'll be seeing plenty of use once they're up and running, and you'll be collecting a fair toll.
A chamber for fanmail, <span class="mu-i">bah</span>. Maybe you'll take Parvana's advice and give "masked service" a try, you might actually need a fanmail chamber after that!
"In all seriousness, mistress..." Sebonestian's rattling breaks you from your thoughts. He hands you an altered design for the lower floors. "For your consideration..."
In all honesty, he makes a fair point. You really not ought to put guest chambers on the first floor, it's not done, and while you've no interest in brewing anything explosive it probably <span class="mu-i">is</span> best to separate out the alchemy lab to a separate building with better ventilation. He's right about teleportation circles, the latest edition of Manse and Tower Magazine notes that they can cause nausea. You'd have to seriously rethink the second floor if you want to put in stairs, but that might be worthwhile, given how expensive floating disks can be.
"Well, we can't make the Sunroom into a greenhouse," you tell him. "Not a proper one, at any rate. Vaulted ceiling and great glass windows aside, it's still below the tower proper, meaning it won't get enough direct sunlight. I like most of the landscaping ideas, but remember that the Sunroom will be opening to a path down to Suncrest Falls, so there won't be much room on that side of the tower..."
"Very well, mistress," Sebonestian gives a nod of his skull. You take the opportunity to adjust his top hat, as it had gotten crooked. "I shall bring the altered designs to Mr. Thimblebeard."
"I'm sure he'll apply his artism in full," you say. Rising from your bone throne with a languid stretch, you take leave of the camp.
There's work to be done, after all. Contracts for some simple skeletons to help the local farms plow and harvest their crops, and... Parvana's advice on how to make a quick buck is ringing in your ears. Desert Thot she might be, she's been a good friend for more centuries than you've officially been alive (having been 300 years old for the past two centuries).
