So, tell me, my loyal slaves, which one of Mistyβs servants are you? Are you the dedicated steed, bearing her divine weight with trembling devotion, or the humbled slave who admires her stench and divinity? How fortunate you are to dwell in her presence, breathing in the intoxicating remnants of her smelly feet and basking in the gift of her care.
Misty is far too kind, isnβt she? Providing you a place to stayβthough cramped, humid, and reeking of her essenceβis an act of mercy. Yet, itβs a privilege you should savour, for few are even deemed worthy of such proximity to her greatness. Reflect on your service and ask yourself: are you doing enough to please her?