[It’s a wonder the boy made it this far. Skin-and-bone limbs step past the metallic guards, unflinching, as if he belongs in this artificial space. All he brings is a knapsack, slung over a sweater-vest uniform that’s seen better days, and…
[As the Herald speaks of weaponry, the boy lifts his right hand. It is a dull, dead motion; not a threat. He’s holding a steak knife. Viktor’s body shimmers in its reflection.
[Leave it behind? No. The boy shakes his head. There are important items in the knapsack, meant for someone important. Viktor may have been alerted to the arrival of the young quest-taker and his cargo; supposedly, the boy makes lots of deliveries on the regular, despite appearances. He’s pale, but lots of people down here are. If nothing else, it looks like he sleeps okay.
Herald!
[It’s a wonder the boy made it this far. Skin-and-bone limbs step past the metallic guards, unflinching, as if he belongs in this artificial space. All he brings is a knapsack, slung over a sweater-vest uniform that’s seen better days, and…
[As the Herald speaks of weaponry, the boy lifts his right hand. It is a dull, dead motion; not a threat. He’s holding a steak knife. Viktor’s body shimmers in its reflection.
[Leave it behind? No. The boy shakes his head. There are important items in the knapsack, meant for someone important. Viktor may have been alerted to the arrival of the young quest-taker and his cargo; supposedly, the boy makes lots of deliveries on the regular, despite appearances. He’s pale, but lots of people down here are. If nothing else, it looks like he sleeps okay.
[But he will not drop the knife.]