It is joyful to see Orchid so excited to look about, gazing over the vast ocean, bare, and distant. Occasionally she sees other boats, waving excitedly to them, a few blasting their horns in response. She will get over the initial feel soon I fear, but I hope she stays as energetic. As she runs around I think back, to the time I first met Nareth.
It was quite a few months ago I was sitting in Ruby’s talking to Jim as I looked to see a cloaked figure standing at the door, slowly moving to the table. She talked to Jimmy, acknowledging me briefly, before she retired from behind me where she had stood. Not did I know that that chance meeting would influence events to come. She knew that I was not trouble to her, and she knew I knew nothing of her. It was the night after that I sat on the vacant Phantasmagorium, watching the sun set, only able to ascend to the top as a result of my steam boots. As the sun dipped below the horizon a voice came from behind me. It was Nareth. She talked to me for a bit, said a few odd things that looking back I should have picked up on, things she did that I should haven seen. I had no clue that night how close I came to dying.