[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tzV2f1R.png[/img][/center] Lord Siris Corbain, the Duke of Terrain-Regenerating Obelisks, and Lady (?) Yda, the Grovelling Bipolar Knight. There was also Emet’etal, some deer hunting Orc God, as well as the seemingly taboo Yoraganos. Ahmya wasn’t sure why she bothered to remember those particular names first, especially when she decided to also let the names of her sky-falling companions go in through one ear and out the other, but, well, it sounded important to be aware of all these world details. Well, probably important. Though some members of the group looked more eager to be romping around in the woods than go back to civilization and society, Ahmya was more than happy to accompany Lady Yda back to the Corbain Estate. The duke had been a bit of a weirdo, but it also didn’t feel as if he was THAT bad? Being handsome really helped to smooth over all the warning flags that popped up, didn’t it? Yup. With a clip in her step, the dark-haired planeswalker/transmigrator/isekai-er strode down the path, turning to Lady Yda for only a single, nonchalant question. [b]“If Duke Corbain isn’t beholden to the court, who is he beholden to?”[/b] And then, once they stood before the fortress, a second, more worrisome question arose. [b]“Uh, also, where’s the washroom?”[/b] For someone who lived in reasonable conditions throughout her tragically short life, if they didn't have a proper heated toilet seat and an automatic washlet, Ahmya'd probably die, huh?