But Rhin simply shrugged. “He wasn’t close with anyone, really. No one outside the engine room even knew his name! And those ol’ folks aren’t around anymore.” He sighed then, sad and wistful, before continuing with a sniff. “Bet you most folks thought that letter spam and tossed it. Can’t say I’d blame em. Almost did the same really.”
Tora nodded, thinking. FPS nodded too, trying to get a closer look over Tora’s shoulder. Too close. With a swift flick, Tora handed the letter back and stood up. It was time to go.
*
They walked a few blocks from Rhin’s place before stopping to talk over their next steps.
“It’s Rakak, right?” FPS offered eagerly.
“Yeah. If he’s alive.” Tora confirmed.
“Shall we look into this Rakak then? I can go back to my people and—”
“No need. Ya got them letters still?”
“The ones sent to The Drakes?”
“Yeah.”
FPS frowned, but handed them over regardless. “I’m not sure what use that is. There’s no return address.”
“Don’t matter.” It wasn’t why Tora needed them. He took the letters from FPS, then
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