Post by mcian on Aug 22, 2023 12:05:23 GMT -5
Korbin Durr, the Papuan chef who, twice a week, visited the locations in Malas to prepare meals , arrived earlier than usual at the establishment named Sanctuary. His haste was apparent as he began his search for either of his friends – Scar and Deminatza – for he called out their names on every floor of the building, to no avail. He then remembered they had moved their residence to a new location, the Settlement, a short distance to the south. As it was connected by teleporter, he arrived there, finding Scar relaxing on a sofa, reading a book. Seeing him, Scar’s intense concentration softened and he smiled, bidding the friend to enter and be seated.
“Good to see you, Korbin! It has been a while,” he saluted. “Come, sit,” he invited, closing, then setting the book down beside him. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Korbin’s attention was drawn briefly to the furnishings of the lounge – sparse but plush furniture of rich, warm, colors that created a most serene setting. “This is very nice,” he commented as he entered the room and sat down across from his host. He extended his hand, holding a letter, to Scar. “This is from your son, Jace. He gave it to me last night. He told me to get it to you. I would have come last night but with the curfew, I could not risk it.”
Scar frowned, taking the letter. “Curfew? Since when has there been a curfew in Papua?”
“For a week now. We have had vandalism in the town. They leave markings on the walls of buildings with words of shame for us… telling us that we are nothing but slaves or dogs and that our town is a hog pen. The archon ordered it. He believes the work is done by Delucians who are jealous of us, but none have been caught.”
“I see,” Scar nodded. “I have not been around obviously. I thought things had calmed down since the people stopped the mining – hoping things would return to normal. I am wrong, apparently.” He began reading the letter. His eyes widened and he stood up, letting the letter drop from his hands. “We must go… now. Wait here while I get myself prepared and properly dressed.” He exited via a teleporter that would take him to his room above.
Korbin, confused and curious, picked up the letter and read it. “Oh my! This is bad, very bad.”
Shortly, Scar returned, dressed in his battle gear. “Let’s go! There is no time to waste.”
The two of them departed for Papua in haste, together.
“Good to see you, Korbin! It has been a while,” he saluted. “Come, sit,” he invited, closing, then setting the book down beside him. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Korbin’s attention was drawn briefly to the furnishings of the lounge – sparse but plush furniture of rich, warm, colors that created a most serene setting. “This is very nice,” he commented as he entered the room and sat down across from his host. He extended his hand, holding a letter, to Scar. “This is from your son, Jace. He gave it to me last night. He told me to get it to you. I would have come last night but with the curfew, I could not risk it.”
Scar frowned, taking the letter. “Curfew? Since when has there been a curfew in Papua?”
“For a week now. We have had vandalism in the town. They leave markings on the walls of buildings with words of shame for us… telling us that we are nothing but slaves or dogs and that our town is a hog pen. The archon ordered it. He believes the work is done by Delucians who are jealous of us, but none have been caught.”
“I see,” Scar nodded. “I have not been around obviously. I thought things had calmed down since the people stopped the mining – hoping things would return to normal. I am wrong, apparently.” He began reading the letter. His eyes widened and he stood up, letting the letter drop from his hands. “We must go… now. Wait here while I get myself prepared and properly dressed.” He exited via a teleporter that would take him to his room above.
Korbin, confused and curious, picked up the letter and read it. “Oh my! This is bad, very bad.”
Shortly, Scar returned, dressed in his battle gear. “Let’s go! There is no time to waste.”
The two of them departed for Papua in haste, together.