A rather non-descript, middle-aged, middle-height man wearing an outrageous plum-colored frock coat exited the lift at Level 66. His eyes swept about the central plaza of the Green Hell, taking in every unique detail.
"..So this is where Reggie's newest 'item' hails from..
"No wonder she was so keen to accept his offer of running Hope's Haven! Good Goddess, this humidity would make that gorgeous red hair of hers wilt in a matter of moments.."
He slowly walked forward to view a holographic "map" of Level 66. "Now.. where is this street that has supposedly been named after me... Hah! And "Dis Way".. how amusing!"
Another attraction on the hologram catches his eye, a drinkery known as the "Fellow Hoodlum".
"Well, one has to start somewhere!" he muttered to himself as he turned in the direction indicated by the map. "It sounds as if the lads have the defense of Canaria in hand. A drink or two can't hurt..."