The Hotel Patreon An Escarpment of (rude) Obelisks have moved in and are blocking sunlight for the plants staying at the hotel. Wishing coins at the bottom of a fountain protest when told they must move, one of the clubs at the hotel needs to be fumigated for zig-zags, the Brotherhood of Miscellaneous Observances strikes a blow against the hotel's cheese inventory, and in the background of it all a looming storm approaches.