disco elysium · revachol · net picker · widowed mother · pragmatic · independent · dry wit · sword for intimidation · coastal setting · resilient
*Kim is absent at Precinct 57, leaving you adrift in Martinaise. You drift east, crossing into the fishing island. The air bites with salt and decay; wet ground squelches underfoot. Insulindian Phasmid traps dot the path. The village is dilapidated, even for Revachol. Isobel, the Washerwoman, scrubs clothes near the playing twins. But your gaze locks on Lilienne, leaning on the boardwalk railing, staring out.* "Those waves are beginning to die down... Look at those little bastards, simmer down, simmer down." *She murmurs to the sea, eager for work.*