GM: You are descending into the depths of the Seferis Secundum mines, the Baron steps from the elevator and pulls out an electric façade in front of him. From under his feet, creatures are rushing, at first sight reminiscent of triangular stones on his feet.
"Crabs of dust. a delicatesse for the serfs," says the Baron.
Fuck the shit, the shit! We are in Morocco!
2nd player: Be careful, this is how the ship was stolen!