Chapter 5
In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 170):
Pika shakes her head.
"Didn'a ken any of them. Govnor keeps me busy, an my schedule won allow it."
She watches Ciryl wheeze with wide-eyes for a moment as she finishes the last bit of eel on her stick. Finished, Pika places the stick carefully on top of a barrel and opens one of the booklets she carries.
"Last'un were 6 days past, poor girl gone overnight like. Parents say she were there for prayers, then gone in morning. Records fer income, tax, finance an the like? That'd be with the Master of Coin."
She blinks at Titus, sniffs defiantly, and answers.
"No names in common among them, ken nothing to do with one another, apart from their age, and all wen missing. One worked up north side, selling pelts for a trapper."