[b][color=ba9fd5]”Excuse me, but we seem to have wandered into this town by… [i]accident[/i]. Might you be so friendly as to tell us where we are, and what’s going on?”[/color][/b]

Grandfather Trafalgar turned to regard the speaker and his companion with a friendly smile. "Of course, friend." The old man happily obliged. "You stand currently upon the island of Nimbuston, which floats within the Cell of Everwing. Nimbuston is famed for its Batriders, who bond with their mounts from an early age. Today is the day of the Four Winds Festival. And a part of these festivities is a rite of passage undertaken by any child considered old enough to be ready to bond with their bat. The rite consists of entering the ancient ruins in which the giant bats make their nest, befriending one of them, and then riding them back up to the town."

Grandfather Trafalgar paused a moment to sniff the air then, before turning back to his fellow travelers. "If you have only just arrived here I'm willing to bet you're hungry from your journey." The storyteller surmised. "My companion and I are on the scent of a particularly promising morsel. Why not join us? If you have lost your bearings, I can think of no finer way in which to help you regain them than over a nice meal."