ENDGAME
[time shifts, and all of your variant wounds have healed and faded away. And missing people could well have returned! Furthermore, rather suddenly, you are all sat at a table. A long table, dressed for a party, with food for a party. The head chair is empty, but after a moment, the Lion Tamer materialises into it. (And this conversation has gone on beforehand.)]
Your final decision, my dear children:
Poll
You all have won, as have I. The only question is what we, the victors, do with our spoils. You may ask any question you wish, of course, but the Monsieur Loyal's fate is down to you.
Your final decision, my dear children:
Poll
You all have won, as have I. The only question is what we, the victors, do with our spoils. You may ask any question you wish, of course, but the Monsieur Loyal's fate is down to you.