Waiting for a Cab

{if Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 5} A wind blows along the deserted street, milder than at Sea but much colder than inside the Feyish gardens. The Landlocked Commodore shivers, clad only in his flimsy blue parade coat. He offers you a thin cigar, the wooden box trembling in his gloveless hand. ”Share a cab?” he asks. {elseif Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 4} The wind is milder here than out at Sea. The Landlocked Commodore shivers, clad only in his flimsy blue parade coat. He offers you a thin cigar, the wooden box trembling in his gloveless hand. ”Share a cab?” he asks.

{else} The wind is milder here than out at Sea. The Landlocked Commodore nonetheless shivers, clad in his flimsy blue parade coat. He is smoking a thin cigar, his hands trembling in the orange glow. Seeing you, he waves you over and offers you one. ”Share a cab?” he asks. {endif}

{if Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 5} You watch as the Drab Solicitor departs, seated in a carriage drawn by eight horses and bearing a fanciful golden crest.

{else} You can see the last of the Drab Gentlemen depart, seated in a carriage drawn by six horses and bearing the crest of an ancient family. {endif}

”The prices are sheer extortion,” the Landlocked Commodore says, ”out here and at this hour. And you don’t seem the type who can call on a noble sponsor on a whim.” He eyes the road, now empty. ”But then again neither can I.”

You agree to the prudent course of action, and he – freed from the strange demands of etiquette and jealousy – proves decent company.

You have lost 1 Taler

You now have {@49 Talers} Talers

The two of you talk politics and weather patterns, whore houses and the opera. And by the time your cab stops in front of the Grimalkin & Rooster, he has invited you to visit him in his office. ”We do employ independent agents,” he says. And: ”The procedure is somewhat involved, but I’d be glad to set you up. Come see me at my office whenever.”