In the dust

In the dust

They cheer and whoop as they charge down gangplanks and into the throngs of Wolfstack. Some race chairs, others chariots. A Cackling Mechanic screams as she pinwheels a single-wheel chariot down a cobbled street. There appear to be spikes attached to the outer rim. This appears to be the first delegation here who knows how to enjoy themselves; the crowds of London shout and yell in response:

Several relatives go searching amidst the bandaged ones, hoping (or, perhaps, fearing) to find the long-departed. Judging by their accents, and advanced decrepitude, these bandaged souls are of the formidable Grand Sanatoria, where the most ancient colonists live, and whose mysteries are rarely revealed. They push the crowds away: there's a game to win.

Coilheart Tomb-Colonists The Tomb-Colonists of the Grand Sanatoria are here to compete. Of Stripes, and Coils Another foreign delegation has arrived in London.