Instant Regret Kit
- It’s not good stuff
- We really don’t know how to stress this enough
A Multifarious Mehrathon Mystery
His cane hit the polished floor with a thwack. Irk blinked a few times before comprehending that what he held was no longer a sword and what he wore was no longer armor. Indeed, he stood in the lobby of the local transit tower. The hard rubber soles of his fine dress shoes clacked on a pristine wooden floor as he repositioned himself. Fancy Victorian woodwork and industrial-revolution era machinery surrounded him, whirring and hissing with steam.