[Glass Lake Penitentiary - Morgue]

Michalson rubs his face again. He can't entirely blame Bunny for wanting to be more attractive, not that he's a very good judge of what is and isn't attractive. He can understand it on an aesthetic level, but the attraction has never been there for him - towards women, men or anyone else.

"Thank you, Mr. Sandels. It should be possible to find some vessel that will allow Bunny to communicate with me and interact with her environment. Until we find a body. Now, because you have upheld your end of the deal, we can give you medical attention and a meal, like you wanted."

[Normal Escort Mission]

Neshiyahel will feel a tug of... something. Significance, maybe. Somewhere in the throngs of Inside, there is one... no, three people whose story is intertwined with the King in Rags. It's like a vine, trailing behind them, invisible to everyone else. And a breath, inaudible, always resonating around them. They move as part of something far greater than they are.

All three of them are elves, one shorter and two taller. The shorter elf has light beige skin, narrow eyes, a bald head and black facial markings or tattoos. He's wearing a t-shirt and shorts that he clearly feels uncomfortable in and carrying a bags. The two elves flanking him are taller, both women, much paler and with jet-black hair. Their eyes are larger and oddly dark. They're dressed like athletes but move like warriors and also carry bags. On first glance, they look like any other passers-by. But are they?