#// I actually wouldn't even question it if acheron just showed up in the fortress of meropide

[dukemeropide]

... I seem to be quite lost. Do you mind telling me the way to the exit? //hello!!! i haven't had a chance to say hi yet (:

There's a first for everything, and in the five or so years that the Duke has managed the Fortress of Meropide, this would be the first he's ever been asked so earnestly for directions for the way out. He stops mid-stride to turn and regard this peculiar stranger. A woman of such elegance and mystery, with an impressive longsword that - even now, in the middle of the relative peace and quiet of the administrative floor - she clasps her clawed fingers around like a tether, would have thrown flags across all of her records the moment she stepped foot off the elevator. But he can't seem to recall her arrival. And she hadn't been among the inmates he'd grown up with either.

It's hard to imagine someone could have simply stumbled their way inside a facility at the bottom of the sea, past a series of guards, to wind up here, even if that someone had a Vision. The Duke crosses his arms, his icy edges thawed only a little by the woman's apparent sincerity.

"Depends on where you want to go," he answers after a moment's scrutiny. Having finished their once-over, steel blue eyes lift back up in search of any sign of duplicity. What he finds instead is moon-pale emptiness.

"Do you know where you are?"