[ He really just barged into this penthouse to get spoiled and talk about plot. ]

We could, yes. [ handwaves their town cartography efforts ] If the fog encroaches inward instead of outward, we'll be in trouble. I haven't run into anything hostile yet, but...

[ He absently strokes his hair as he looks out over the furniture, the dying flowers and masks. ]

Even this room was strange. Like it knew me. I don't trust it, even if it's quiet on the surface.