But in a respite of the turmoil, was the entrancing aroma being given off from a lone building ahead. The scent was of majestic grade, but none that Tylane had ever regarded before. Approaching the entrance of the building, Tylane waved his arms as he disconjured the arquebuses beneath his cape. Unnecessary attention at this point wasn't something of his desire, and it never hurt to be safe.
Tylane adjusted his hands before knocking on the door three times at regular intervals as a signalling of his entrance, a common practice in the days of his fallen empire, recalled not by memory, but rather by instinct. Proceeding a momentary pause, the knocking was replied by a woman in formal clothing who looked at Tylane's face with a rather puzzled expression.
"Umm, hello... Miss? Yes, please, come on in," the woman remarked smilingly, recovering from her initial confusion.
"Miss?" Tylane asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes? Do you wish of something?"
"You just called me Miss," Tylane replied wearily, pointing to himself. "Please tell me that was your attempt at humour."
Flustered, the woman began blushing as she stared quizzically, before abruptly expressing eureka in a fit of unreal laughter. "Oh my, do excuse me. Might have I a mistaken a Mis'ess? How rude of me, my dearest apologies. No one of such charm could not have been espoused."
Tylane held up his hand to protest, but almost instantaneously reverted the action with a sigh. "Could you kindly find me a table?"
"Yes, of course," the woman said, leading Tylane inside the building. "Now, by which name should I refer to you as, ma'am?"
Tylane gave a brief, but acute glare at the woman as he approached the table he was being lead to. It wasn't to be expected that the residents of this civilization would be aware of who he is, but not having been regarded to in a while by another person without having to introduce himself first was beginning to gnaw at his patience. "Tylane will be fine."
A few moments passed, then Tylane was seated by a table near the farther end of the building. "So what would you like, Mis'ess Tylane?" the woman inquired, offering Tylane a think booklet of what was available for purchase.
Tylane refused the booklet as he replied, "Just give me one of whatever was giving off that darling smell."
"Oh, of course, the five-flavour wonder. Would you like anything else?"
"Well, let me think for a moment," Tylane's eyes slightly tilted towards the woman as he gave his reply, scanning her appearance properly for the first time. "I guess something light for desert would do no harm."
"Surely!" The woman exclaimed, repeating that fictitious laughter from before. "May I make a recommendation?"
"Do surprise me," Tylane echoed softly, smiling. "Also, you haven't told me your name yet."
Slightly awed, the woman looked blankly for a split-second, before stuttering in return, "Uh, umm, Kench. It's Tahm Kench." Proceeding the reply, the woman suddenly began vomiting various types of canned repugnance.
Tylane instinctively threw his hands towards the ailing woman to assist her. But before an exclamation could exit his teeth, frightened, Tylane withdrew his hands in disgust and regarded in utter despair, as the woman began violently mutating into something which resembled a giant catfish. An abomination only belonging to the truest of nightmares.
"Mis'ess Tylane," the monstrosity slurped. "It is time to wake up."