Tolorian society was everything Skinny had expected and then some. Managing to almost keep the scowl off his face, he looked around the room. More expansive than even the biggest ship hangars he’d seen, large floor-to-ceiling windows gave them a view over the city below.
It was less a city and more an ariel platform, high up in the planet’s atmosphere. Glittering silver and gold, only the richest were permitted to live here, and servants were transported up to tend to their every need from the slum-city below.
But the low-level clouds below them hid all that… unpleasantness from view beneath fluffy, marshmallow-like clouds that sparkled white and pink. Once he’d thought that, Skinny couldn’t get the image out of his mind. Tank had introduced him to marshmallows, putting them on the top o
