Re: In Val Preszar
Blake left to go have a smoke outside. It was muggy and raining in the darkness. Mirayn was often like that; perpetually overcast and frequently raining.
There was no one in the rear alley and while there was a streetlamp at the mouth, it was poorly lit. The rear door of the bar was closed, to keep in the air conditioning.
Inside, it wasn't clear if the bartender was using the phone, as there was one at the counter. However, there could be one in the back, too, no way to be certain.
Meanwhile, Lin helped himself to a glass of beer. He had a coughing fit.
"Damn jungle rot. Fungal infections. Antibiotics ain't workin' worth a damn 'gainst it."
He wiped his mouth on a handkerchief. Contrary to expectations, it wasn't spotted with blood. Sipping the beer, he continued.
"Anyways, I was on the Messandi expedition. Looking for Tlaynsilak, the City of Golden Walls. Got a map and diary. It's all yours... just 300 credits."
Linden looked at Linus, reddish watery eyes intent. His skin was ravaged by a some disease, blood vessels broken under the skin.
But... Linus had heard a hundred stories like this. For that matter, he'd been offered a dozen "treasure maps" to "Golden Citys" and the "Citadel of the Sky-Raiders". Some had looked real, very real indeed. It was the story that had led Neva to this Godforsaken jungle world where it always rained and the sun never shone in the sky.