[Sex cake or not, Alistair's not really all that interested in it. As it is, he drops a bite on the floor for the mabari, bribing the dog so he'll stop trying to gnaw on his socks. Kiter please.]

Then, I suppose I'll just have to stumble my way through it. Nothing new there, right? At least now there are no scribes and pages to chronicle my every move and mistake.

[BENEFITS!]

So, tell me what there is to do here on these strange ships when we aren't fighting people that want to eat us or saving villagers?