>>5935604As Agent Aughts and Inks bundle the old receptionist from the cold office closer to the fire, Aught makes affable small-talk. The lady is clearly out of it, frazzled by recent violence, but finds chattering about old memories comfortable.
That old thing? She smiles, suddenly decades younger recalling warmer summers, oh, it belonged to the most dashing officer, who she met when she was so your age! Ah, he could ride for days! Sometimes, little innocent Shaya could shyly barely keep up with the man!
( Inks chooses this moment to tactically cough into her hand, rapidly reddening )
This place, this little home, was built by the two of them together. Now he rests in the distant cemententary but the old saber is a keepsake, yes, of younger days. The bad men took everything else, but they left that, because they could not pry it off the wall. You have to click the mantle on the left, a little trick against thieves installed by one of her grandsons who knows more about such things than she does.
Oh Ana, she misses him so...
