A massive lake of acid surrounds you, only inches away from you on your swan boat. The Queen’s Mansion was an unpredictable building full of peculiarities like this one, vases of her own face, and paintings that shot fire.

You hear a laugh. ‘Gehahahaha!’. it rang out through the enclosed pool, before you heard the ‘shing!’ of a sword unsheathing.

You turn—there stands a man adorned in royal blue—The same one, Rouxls Kaard, who you had encountered last time. He grinned, before melodramatically speaking.

“Chips ahoyeth, Landlubber! Dost thou knoweth who owneth thy sevene…Acid …er…Acids..?”

His voice faltered as he held up his sword. he clearly had no idea what he was doing.