Storm's Eye. The mountain range housed a city that would have made the ancients whose remains they'd built it on proud. Between magic and sheer numbers, the citizens had managed to raise towers both inside and outside the mountains in a matter of months. And sitting in the middle of the city, under the largest three towers, was a castle flying a black ship on a red flag. That was Typhoon Company's home.

It was also where Watcher lazed about, playing with his cat. Of course, he couldn't see her, but he could feel the fur under his hands, and he could hear the purrs and mewling as he pet and played with her. There were a whole range of other things he could discern just from those two bit of sensory input - From the size of her, this cat was barely more than a kitten. He imagined that she must've been adorable to look at.

Scooping the cat up, he walked out the door to his room, to the lift that would bring him down the tower, into the main part of the castle. It was time to actually start his day.