Medium · Savoir Faire ≥ 4
It's a fortress. He knows she can't get in here.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
512 · Voice lines
It's a fortress. He knows she can't get in here.
The wind blows through your hair. The sea breeze cuts around you, high on the balcony, as you stare over the edge at the sea.
From the eyes of a seagull: a nest of brown hair not worth the fifty foot dive. From a pedestrian on the dock: a rugged man staring out to sea, mere feet from fatality. From a guest on the balcony of the Whirling-in-Rags: a silhouette imposing enough to be seen at a distance.