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For your limited time on Mistress, you decide to spend some time <span class="mu-s">visiting the library</span> and <span class="mu-s">looking for interesting people</span>. The library you visit first, for the good sunlight.
Within, you find many pages, manuscripts, and other things written down and rolled into scrolls or stacked under heavy coral weights to keep them safe and clean. The room is very dry, and many of the writings are on strange materials like paper or thin-sliced coral flakes instead of fish skin. There is a bowl of salt by the door, to keep out the wetness on the winds. Despite the extreme value of knowledge, libraries and books are very rarely considered by many people in the world, especially pirates, but it seems the womenfolk here appreciate their value more. Despite your own upbringing as a salt-of-the-land type, your father always instilled upon you a great value in education, one of the reasons he deemed fit to teach you to read and count numbers.
Within the books and pages are a few stories, some true and some not, as well as knowledge on the Deaths and Deathless.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">The Deaths and Deathless have always been at war. Those who serve the Deaths know that an offering of the Deathless altars and symbols is the highest form of worship to the Deaths; as the Deathless prefer not to kill, but to turn the flock of humankind into more of themselves. More damned souls with no death waiting for them. And all they must do to damn your soul as well is to take you over the mountains and into the great emptiness...</span></span>
You don't much have time to appreciate it all, but you find one thing very interesting indeed. There is an unmarked map of the local sea which you take for yourself.
As the light dims, you decide to check out the nightlife on Mistress, and see the sights. Large electric lights beam from central towers to give light to the streets, bathing everything in dramatic shadow. You see tons of patrons from the docks, sailors and pirates, coursing out for women and their "wares" as is the usual on this island. You steer clear to a small squat building with a few individuals sitting at small cushioned tables. You smell a very strange, leafy smell in the air, and cough at the smoke. Is this <span class="mu-i">Opium</span>? You find an interesting person, a woman wearing a full white whale coat, sitting at a table. Along her waist is a belt with three small white skulls you have never seen before. You are deathly curious, and go up to her to ask what they are.
"Eh, what do you want? Leave me alone."
<span class="mu-r">"It was merely your belt, mam. The skulls are..."</span>
"Jealous, firecrotch? Yeah I'm one of the <span class="mu-s">five cats</span>, and I get challenged by upstarts like you all the time. Guess what? I ain't interested. Unless you got some cat-skulls yourself, don't talk to me."
<span class="mu-r">"Five cats?"</span>
"Duelists, you little limp dick. Now get lost already."
It seems she is the third of the five cats, a group of legendary pistol duelists famed for their speed and skill.
