Arrive at Tanver's Crossing.

Acres of farmland extend beyond the distance you can see--into the hills. At this time of the year, they grow many different vegetables, from squashes to carrots, but also crops you've never seen before. Some leaves are vibrant blue, while you spot what resemble zucchinis, though none back on Earth are even close to that size. Much of the land is also fenced off for animals. You see horses, cows, and more. And as you near the entrance of the city itself, you can already see the bustle of common folk, travellers, and everything in between. This is where all traffic goes through when going to, or coming from, the Empire of Tivera after all--a point of rest before dispersing throughout the other free cities west of here.

The infrastructure may not be as lush as Tolis, or even Avana, but it isn't far off. Economics flow differently here. This isn't a queen's city. It's a merchant's haven.

You hop from your mounts before reaching the crowd. Besides not wanting to trample anybody, your butts are also quite sore from riding all morning. Just as was predicated, it's about an hour before noon. You've been on the road for hours already, so it's about time for a rest.

Just before you start guiding your emu towards the city, a guard happens to pass by. Her helmet is on her belt, as is an unlit lantern, but she marches with chainmail on her body, a spear in her left hand, as well as a buckler tied around her right. She's a young woman with a short brown ponytail, and a scar just beneath her left eye. She seems to have taken interest in your group, likely due to how much you stand out. Though with how many people travel this way, perhaps not. It may just in her nature to check in and make sure all is well in Tanver's Crossing.

"Oh wow," she mutters. Her eyes are distracted. She then looks to you and struggles to find words. "I mean, I'm not here to tell you not to dress like that. Technically it doesn't violate any sort of laws. I was just going to greet you, but then--Yeah. Sorry. Don't mean to judge."

"Dress like--?" You turn your attention to Eva.

The bunny's single brain cell takes a moment to catch up. She looks back, smiling. But then her eyes widen. She stares down at her body, clothed only by panties, a belt, and shoes, besides the two tied socks squeezed around her tits, and then turns as red as a strawberry. She attempts to cover up, though somehow that just looks even more lewd than doing nothing at all. She panics, as everybody is now staring directly at her. Her heart races. She breathes heavily. "I-I-I-I--" she stutters out before finally shouting, "Why did nobody remind me?!"

Niki scratches her head. "I did say you didn't have to wait until we entered--"

"You should have said something way back there!"

"I figured that you'd remember easier than anybody else. I mean, it's your body."

Eva scurries behind you. "Kyle, I messed up... Can you cover me while I get my dress and stuff back on?"

"Yes. Of course," you reply. Then you look back to the guard. "Sorry about that. Though maybe after beholding the body of a beautiful woman, you'll offer us special treatment in the city."

"... B-Beautiful woman?" you hear muttered from behind.

The guard laughs. "I don't mean to sound cruel, but her body isn't really my thing. I prefer a tall, muscular woman. Someone who can pick me up and swing me over their shoulder."

"Hey! What's wrong with my body?" Eva snaps back.

"I thought you were getting dressed," you respond.

"Well, y'all be good. Enjoy your stay at Tanver's Crossing," the guard says. She lifts her spear, and then continues on her patrol.

You then withdraw Monarch's envelope. On the opposite side with the Crookblade Bandits' wax seal, there's both a name and location. At least, you think that's the case. It isn't entirely clear. All it says is: Gloomstar, The Hungry Cyclops. You wonder what's inside, though if you were to break the seal, its recipient would surely know. You ponder this for a moment, and a lightbulb dings overhead.

"Can I borrow a knife?" you ask Snow.

She flicks a kunai into her palm from the strap around her arm, and then hands it to you in one smooth motion.

Using its tip, you slit the wax.

"What are you doing?" she asks with concern.

"Being a naughty boy," you answer before unfolding the letter inside.

To Gloomstar,
For reasons I can only explain in person, I have not fully been myself for a time. I will visit once I am closer to finding the one who bewitched me. In the meantime, consider this message a formal letter of recommendation for the Demon King Kyle Warren, from whom you should have received this. Answer any questions he may have, and grant him access to resources he may need.
Read the following later at your leisure. Do NOT show him the rest or I will eliminate you.

It was just as I expected, Gloomstar. As a Demon King, he is like no other man. I could not begin to describe to you the perfect shape of his cock. Its salty taste I can still remember. If I had more time, I would illustrate you every detail, every ridge of the shaft, and the head which shone hot and red. When it came to his body, I was helpless to resist. I knew I had to claim it for my own. We nearly knocked all off my desk before I fell to my knees, and I consumes every inch of his length deep into my throat. He is nothing like the other. Not only did I not even see his naked form, but I did not desire to do so. Though even now, I yearn for a second helping of Demon King. Do you remember how you described to me the time a half-orc shot his load down your throat, and it was so overwhelming that you choked, and it made you cum? I think this was my moment. I think if he came any more, I would have drowned.
XOXO
Monarch

You stare down at the letter's words for awhile.

Snow looks back as she takes hold of the emu's reins. "Is it bad?" she asks.

"No," you reply. "I think she just really likes me."

After folding it up and slipping it back inside the envelope, you hold the wax seal together exactly where it once was, and speak the word, "Mend". It's like it was never opened.

"So where are we headed first?" Niki asks.

You hold up the letter. "According to where this is addressed, a place called the Hungry Cyclops. Our contact's name is Gloomstar."