[ He's definitely been on more pleasant train rides in his life. The pair of them must be putting off quite the vibe, because their fellow passengers seem to want to leave them alone.
That suits Alec fine.
For the second time today, Alec considers just ditching Rufus. He could stay aboard and let the train carry him to the next Sector over. Or maybe two or three or however long it takes him to find a decent bar. But again, he simply can't. Forgetting any lessons that will or will not be learned, if Rufus dies down here? Shit rolls downhill as they say, and it will land squarely on the people of the slums.
The wizard pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply. He may be pushing 70, but it's Rufus who's going to make him go gray.
Once the crowd has thinned some, he steps off the train finally, locating Rufus fairly easily. Probably the annoyance he's radiating. ]
Oh, may I? Keep up, then, and try not to let the notion of following someone else make you nauseous.
[ And away he goes, away from the train station and into the winding streets beyond. Wall Market is a maze of alleys and establishments of all stripes piled on top of each other, but it's a different beast from the other Sectors with their winding, narrow roads of cobbled-together homes and businesses. Nothing seems to have a rhyme or reason apart from things having just sprung up as needed. There are kids playing here, pets roaming around, and fewer open-air stalls.
Alec seems to know where he's going, following the twists and turns of the streets until at last he comes to a fence bordering the livable part of the Sector. A pair of men, armed and looking anxious, on either side of the large gate there, perk up and step forward, not with any sort of hostility, but more to warn them. ]
Hey there, if you're lookin' to go out, better you turn around. There's a nest of drakes that--
[ Alec holds up a hand. Perhaps the train ride wore his patience thinner than he'd like. ]
We know. My associate here means to take care of that for you.
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That suits Alec fine.
For the second time today, Alec considers just ditching Rufus. He could stay aboard and let the train carry him to the next Sector over. Or maybe two or three or however long it takes him to find a decent bar. But again, he simply can't. Forgetting any lessons that will or will not be learned, if Rufus dies down here? Shit rolls downhill as they say, and it will land squarely on the people of the slums.
The wizard pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply. He may be pushing 70, but it's Rufus who's going to make him go gray.
Once the crowd has thinned some, he steps off the train finally, locating Rufus fairly easily. Probably the annoyance he's radiating. ]
Oh, may I? Keep up, then, and try not to let the notion of following someone else make you nauseous.
[ And away he goes, away from the train station and into the winding streets beyond. Wall Market is a maze of alleys and establishments of all stripes piled on top of each other, but it's a different beast from the other Sectors with their winding, narrow roads of cobbled-together homes and businesses. Nothing seems to have a rhyme or reason apart from things having just sprung up as needed. There are kids playing here, pets roaming around, and fewer open-air stalls.
Alec seems to know where he's going, following the twists and turns of the streets until at last he comes to a fence bordering the livable part of the Sector. A pair of men, armed and looking anxious, on either side of the large gate there, perk up and step forward, not with any sort of hostility, but more to warn them. ]
Hey there, if you're lookin' to go out, better you turn around. There's a nest of drakes that--
[ Alec holds up a hand. Perhaps the train ride wore his patience thinner than he'd like. ]
We know. My associate here means to take care of that for you.