"Why are you looking at me?" Rainfall on the Mortal Realm said impatiently. "The way Old Dog went about dating—who knew how many people had treated it as huge news and spread it everywhere!
It wasn't like the two of them had only gone to Quesen Tower for meals.
They'd also gone to that noodle shop run by a Dragonborn in Luskan, the one rumored to have incredibly authentic flavors!
Heh, having tofu noodles on a date was enough to make Susu feel like she'd ascended to paradise. How could she possibly say anything bad about one of those exquisitely crafted pastry shops run by Elves?"
Perfect Baldhead blinked. "What you're describing sounds like a completely different world from the one I saw."
"Don't they have that Battlefield Command Alliance?
Most of the people in it liked hanging around Luskan to watch the excitement and observe the battles." Xue Yunfeng had caught on. "You know what those people were like. They kept the juicy gossip to themselves and only discussed it with whoever had seen it too."
"Luskan's fights are all small-scale, and they happen every day. Why are you all so interested?" Perfect Baldhead could not quite understand.
The Undead actually understood that Luskan could not really be considered one of their own.
To them, it was a place on Boundary Star that flew their Alliance's flag and followed their policies and laws on the surface, but still had plenty of murky dealings underneath.
If it had been territory truly belonging to their Alliance, they would never have issued warnings to tourists like, "Be wary of overly friendly and enthusiastic strangers," or "Watch out for scams."
Luskan was basically the same sort of place.
The rules were all Aglaia's rules.
But beyond those rules, Luskan had its own set