04-11-2025, 10:07 PM
July 5685 - Somewhere outside of Wiel, Vanuku
Balthazar entered. It was a quiet, dusty little room. So very Jelbic. And Yeudi. Could've missed it from outside. An abandoned warehouse in the middle of thick trees and bushes. Crickets around. It was very hot, middle of July.
The Goldblooms, since they went Dundorfian-Yeudi, would not be attending. Nor would the Canrillaise-loving schmucks from Kalopia. Neither the Thallers. But someone from Melikvan would also arrive. Maybe even from Baofluz? This was, after all, about West Majatra.
And not about idiots. Idiots from the east. From the islands. From the south. Southeast. Idiots. Artanians, idiots.
After lingering a bit on a Zardic afterthought (idiots?), she noticed a woman already sitting in one of the chairs around the steel, empty, harsh looking table. Mid 40s.
He didn't know her.
And he froze, realising who she was. Or rather, of which family.
Now this, would be a pact. The pact.
Balthazar entered. It was a quiet, dusty little room. So very Jelbic. And Yeudi. Could've missed it from outside. An abandoned warehouse in the middle of thick trees and bushes. Crickets around. It was very hot, middle of July.
The Goldblooms, since they went Dundorfian-Yeudi, would not be attending. Nor would the Canrillaise-loving schmucks from Kalopia. Neither the Thallers. But someone from Melikvan would also arrive. Maybe even from Baofluz? This was, after all, about West Majatra.
And not about idiots. Idiots from the east. From the islands. From the south. Southeast. Idiots. Artanians, idiots.
After lingering a bit on a Zardic afterthought (idiots?), she noticed a woman already sitting in one of the chairs around the steel, empty, harsh looking table. Mid 40s.
He didn't know her.
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And he froze, realising who she was. Or rather, of which family.
Now this, would be a pact. The pact.
The Banana