Another one of these because clearly I don’t waste enough time on Lutece doodles already.
REALLY DUMB AND LAZY BECAUSE I HAVE NO TIME OR BRAIN
DEFINITELY CONTAINS SPOILERS OKAY
OKAY COOL
“I guess it’s not so much Salt as in the way you’re used to. It’s more of a… sort of an Alchemy sense. They’re… hearty. Earthy. Like drinking a rock, but not so terrible.”
“Well pal, I guess you’ll be in for quite a ride. It’s some crazy city alright, and it’s tearing itself apart. I’d suggest you try to make for one of those airships and get the hell out.”
“The Vox? The Vox Populi? The people tearing this city a part?” Booker spits in half-confusion, half-astonishment, wondering how the mercenary can be oblivious to the factions of the civil war raging around the city.
“Howdy yourself.
Columbia is strange, but I haven’t seen anyone like you around yet. Where are you from? Founder or Vox?”
“I’m not sure what you mean by that? I guess I know that in one timeline I didn’t meet her, and ended up fighting for the Vox because of it. But I’m sure there’s at least a hundred different variations that could happen just as easily.”










