After another childish tantrum that belies your immortal nature, you shout your defiance to the sky and get a rather unexpected answer.<strong>"Shhh! Get down here."</strong>On one of the rooftops, a woman stands. A gnome, an older one by the looks of her, smokes a cigarette atop one of the buildings as she beckons you to land near her. She doesn't look very slutty, but she's the first person since Luther to see you in your true form and not panic. Wait a minute, you recognize this place now! This was Luthandrel's favorite whorehouse. He never took you there because you're hard enough to control in regular social situations, but your master isn't here to stop you now!