The Roost turned out to be the hollow spire set above the Marshall’s penthouse. It was at the very top of the Tower, and completely clear, so I could see the entire City from the highest point. Unfortunately, I was seeing it upside-down, as I was hanging from the top, feet shackled to chains.

As the blood rushed to my head, I passed the time practicing my spitting right down onto the Marshall’s desk. Apparently I had done this in a past “life”, though, and some nasty yet breathable jelly thing was stuffed into my mouth. I sighed as much as a man could with a ball of gunk in his mouth.

I could only hope that, as I was dangling upside-down up here, that Fauxtes and Dadaelee were doing better down in the dungeons. After all, this “Roost” was the place where the Marshall put only his most special prisoners.