The yearly festival starts off strong, music everywhere, food is being served. All is well in the Diamond Palace. Stran hangs from webs upon the ceiling of the main entrance of the palace. Lowering herself almost like a spider to grab some food when she sees you and waves with a smile. It’s been many generations since Zophia had locked Stran away in the palace, her personality is more cheerful and kind. It’s strange…

Stran: “Ah, hello there! How are you enjoying yourself? Doing good?”