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Progression Timestamp: 5th of Winter, 512 AV The city was in a sad state, and the Ebonstryfe were still in an uproar over the attack by the Rising Dawn. The citizens of Ravok were suffering under the iron-fisted rulership of the Druvin Lazerin, who was in charge of the Ebonstryfe while Gru'tral was away. While normally the Voice would have assuaged the fears of the people, she seemed preoccupied with whatever it was she was doing in the city, and did not show herself other than the occasional sermon, but even then she seemed largely uninterested. It fell to the various acolytes to handle those matters. And with the Ebonstryfe searching people’s homes seemingly at random, all in the name of finding the spies of the Rising Dawn, the city was in a state of unrest unlike anything it had ever experienced before. Still.. day to day life went on, and people still had jobs to do. For the young Nitrozian, Valerius, this was no different, and while he may not have enjoyed his job much he still had to do it. He had made an agreement with his aunt, and Nitrozian's did not break their agreements. This day was no different than any other, and Val's work was no less unpleasant. He still had to bathe and feed the kelvics, still had to muck out their stalls, and still was treated as something far less than a Nitrozian should have been treated in his opinion. It was likely with great anticipation that he awaited the final bell that signaled the end of his day, but rather than be excused from his work one of the researchers, marked by their white lab coats, stopped him before he can leave and informed his that Amanda wished to see him. Amanda was found in her office, as usual, and was waiting at her desk when Valerius walked in. She was wearing her usual lab coat though the front of it was stained red with blood, not that Amanda ever seemed to notice such things. She did not immediately look up when Valerius walked in, her eyes scanning on the document that was in her hands, scouring its contents like a detective searching for a missing clue. It was several chimes before she finally set the paper aside and motioned for her nephew to sit down, if he had not already. The chair opposite her desk was actually quite luxurious, as was the one she was sitting in, but from what he knew of his aunt she would not care if he got it dirty. She could simply have a servant come clean it, if she even noticed. "Good to see you, Valerius. ..tell me, how long have you been working here now? And.. what have you learned so far about the kelvics that you are, or at least once were, so determined to work with and learn all about?" |