Who

Drex

What

Over the past few weeks, Drex has not died.

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Outside of High Reaches

OOC Date 31 Dec 2016 07:00

 

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New Job?



A small cothold outside of High Reaches

The first time that Drex had awoken here, the over dose of fellis was almost overwhelming. Hey, no knife in him! Hey! It’s sitting over there! And his Sword! And Where Am I?! And-What was he doing out of bed? Oops, bleeding apparently. Back to bed? Okay.

By the time Drex had understood what had happened, it hadn’t mattered any more. He was here mostly to prevent the psyco, who apparently had a name: Lane, from killing him. How nice of them. Zavyr said he was to go free and apparently what the kid said meant something now, or at least to Luciana it did. Zavyr’s mercy had demanded that Lane not be allowed to kill Drex and had probably kept dear miss Luciana from adding a cross bolt into Drex’s list of ailments. Owing the person that he’d tried to murder is an akward thing, so Drex added it to the list of things to be ignored.

Over the past few weeks with little company beyond Healers, Drex lived. Amazing that. These people knew what they were doing! Perhaps Luciana visited the little dwelling at some point and perhaps not, but either way, no one told Drex. There was lots of Not Telling Drex that went on in these walls. He was not the only patient seeking help Out in the Middle of No-Where, but he was for a while in the most critical condition. When it became apparent that he was going to live, he then proceeded to become the most amiable patient they had. Not a single one of them trusted him, despite his efforts to make friends. He didn’t know if they knew about the whole attempted-murder thing, but he suspected that they knew something. Still, it would have been nice if someone told him what the hell had gone on.

Then again, as the villain in this, did had forfeited the right to know what happened, didn’t he?

The Healers were far better than the Brig and Drex wasn’t about to start complaining outloud, but it was a bit of an inconvenience. Waiting for the body to heal when the mind was up and ready to run was difficult. Still, out here with no where to go and no clue where his boss was, what was there to do?

Worry mostly.

On the slight chance that Luciana would take him back … .nah, she probably wouldn’t. He was a liability now, wasn’t he?

But he was free.

So?

New job?

Maybe?

If Drex had been a good person and gone about Seacrafting the correct way, he’d probably be Journyman level by now, and might have somewhere to get hired with a merchant ship again. Seeing as he never did affiliate with the Crafthall, that may not be an option. Getting picked up by another pirate ship sounded better, but the remaining pirates of Southern had been keeping their heads down. Gambling? Nah, needed money to start with for that. Maybe another job as someone’s grunt? After all, he was good at that. Guard? Maybe? Given his sketchy record and the unlikelihood of Luciana giving him a letter of recommendation … . that might be difficult. It would be all around easier if Luciana took him back.

But if he were Luciana … he wouldn’t take him back.

Oh well.

Still need a job. Needed to get off of this rock.

Wait, what?

He was to be sent back to Southern as soon as he was well enough to go Between?

It was the first he’d heard about it. Going back sounded good. Maybe go home to Black Rock? Try to get some honest work and live in the little hut with his large family?

Hm.

Wait… . well enough to go Between? They were sending a rider for him? Did someone squeal and he’s headed back to the Brig anyway? No? Just Luciana said back to the Weyr? So … . . He’d be loose in the stupid caves again?

Free at least. Not going back to the Brig, please anything but that.

And in need of a job.

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