What was it in that song? “Summer is clubs, dancing, and heat”?
Yeah, sure… Maybe the rest of the youth is having fun on vacation, but for me the heat is only in the area of my fifth point!
In Baku, some creature has started terrorizing the locals—and in August, I’m expecting practice on the border with the Outskirt—where the slickest kind of serpentarium gathers from among unscrupulous noble offspring.
Well then, I can feel that I’m in for a fun ending to my vacation…