At the very beginning of the Majesty's Jaunt

[bigbookofd]

This is Ringabel, and I seem to be quite myself. Who else is in possession of their true memories?

I've found myself outside of the curtain wall of a castle on a floating isle. I smell brimstone and saltpeter, and there's a fleet of airships here coming from the direction of the rising sun.

Yet we're among cheering and laughing children barely old enough to lift a sword, and the mood is jovial. What have we stepped into this time?

I'd like to know what I can so as to avoid drawing undue attention to myself. Fortunately, a Black Mage's robes seem to be in fashionable style here, so my first mistake was not fatal.

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[finalizes]

A werewolf dragon. [Stating as if that is the most normal thing in the world.] Though she likes to use her Forest Folk form, then she's a yellow goat.

[And instead of answering he's just going to find the nearest reflective surface and livestream what he sees in it (he's wearing the Teikoku uniform and doesn't look particularly comfortable).]