Matt Mercer

Rex and Trump fever.

Well, as you saw, Mr. Flairmont, the designer of the ship and owner, has outfitted the ship with sophisticated battlements.

She can fly at incredible speeds, faster than a dragon, he always says, though I don't want to test that out.

And it has magical shields to repel exterior attacks.

Our passengers are...

shall we say, of the elite, so there's very little danger on board.

However, if anyone were to get too drunk or too handsy or too flirty, it would be wise to handle things discreetly.

Pretty basic stuff.

Understand?

Shart Von Cleef?

Shart Von Cleef!

And you hear a voice coming from behind you as Balthazar Flaremont, a wealthy investor and owner of the ship, swings into view, strolls into view.

He's an orange Qatari man, 5'11", ostentatiously dressed in white silk tails and a colonial wig, carrying a cane and top hat.

He might have been designed by chat.

He strolls with the ease of someone who's never rushed in his life, tossing a ball of yarn to gauge the wind speed.

Oh, you have noticed the manifest includes one, how do you say, chartre-von-glyph?

Why, yes, it is.

Chartres is one of our most precious passengers.

Chartres van Cleef is a famous artist of caricatures and landscapes.

He paints some of the most world-renowned artworks depicting monsters of ancient history and battles of the past.