Leave the Landlocked Commodore to his Prize

You take a lonely stroll through the gardens, deeper into the green. Forking paths darken until you fear yourself lost in the overgrown shade.

Then the song of a solitary bird guides you back through the sinister tangle. And the duet of the two lovers grows faint and soon disappears. You retrace your steps and find your way back to the estate. Light falls through the high windows, and the air is heavy with flower smell and kitchen spice.

You can see the Cerulean Titan inside, debating economics with his two remaining guests. To enter alone would betray their tryst, and so you stay in the half-light and pass the time by admiring the collection of statues.

Inside, the Drab Realtor readies himself to leave, and the Solicitor has fallen asleep in his seat. A servant brings his coat and case, and you can almost hear him thank the host with effusive praise. Then the Landlocked Commodore taps your shoulder. ”She’s sneaking back in,” he whispers. ”Time to go.”