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by on June 10, 2023 at 12:00 am
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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.

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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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by on June 10, 2023 at 12:02 am
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reached into his coat and produced another.

“Wait—” FPS’s thin eyes somehow narrowed even further. “Is that, the letter Rakak sent to Rhin?”

“Yeah. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to borrow it.” He didn’t even look up. He was busy studying the letters. “Doubt Rhin’ll miss it, ya?”

“I—but, Miss Bandi, how did you—? I saw you give it back to him!”

“Did I? I’m pretty sure I handed him a napkin.”

It was a simple switch, a party trick at best. He still had a few napkins in his pocket from the cafe—he’d just handed that back instead of the letter. There’d been no intention to truly give it back the moment he’d laid his hands on it.

Astonished (and maybe even a little impressed?), FPS gave no real commentary on Tora’s party trick beyond a quiet “My word.”

“Well, friend, things’re ‘bout t’get real simple now.” He handed back the letters FPS found with a satisfied grin. “Writin’s the same. Y’know what that means?”

“The old boy’s alive! And he really did steal the amulet! This Rakak.” FPS’s eyes glimmered a moment, then narrowed again in thought. “…He is a boy, right? We’ve clarified that?”

“Yes, an old grumpy ass asuran boy,” Tora rolled his eyes. “And he either stole it or someone with his love for real loopy lookin’ writin’ did.”

A gasp. “A twist! Did they?!”

“No, fer fuck’s sake I’m jokin’” the thief grumbled. “Whatever. Point is, old boy didn’t leave a return address as Mr. R but he sure as fuck did as Rakak.”

He shoved Rakak’s letter in FPS’s face, his finger tapping the address left on it.

“Please tell me y’know what that means, yeah?” Tora was losing patience.

FPS closed his fingers gently around the letter, his thin eyes widening as he took in the address.

“We’re going to Metrica,” he said, awestruck.

The tree could be smart if he wanted to be.

Tora smiled, relieved. “We’re goin’ to Metrica.”

They were going to Metrica.

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by on June 24, 2023 at 12:57 am
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They set out in the early evening, and took the asura gate in Lion’s Arch to Rata Sum. FPS paid the gate fee, insisted on it even—rambling about chivalry to justify it. Tora didn’t fight it—he was already low on funds as is. He simply shrugged and waited as FPS doled out the few coins needed. The tree man then proceeded to flirt with the peacemakers watching the gate, started asking them whether they were boys or girls. Panicked, Tora shoved him through the gate before either offended peacemaker could shove him harder.

Neither of them really knew Metrica that well, and so understanding Rakak’s address was more of a challenge than anticipated. They managed to get a local postal worker to point them in the right direction at least, but it turned out Rakak’s place was out in the boonies, far away from any convenient waypoint or town. That meant travelling the hard way.

They took a waypoint out to the closest town they could get to, again on FPS’s dime. By then it was too late to go find someone to give them a ride out, so they found an inn and stayed the night. In separate rooms. FPS was a little too handsy for Tora’s liking.

The next day marked their journey out in earnest. They found a driver, rode out by wagon as far as their driver was willing and went the rest of the way by foot—into the jungle wilderness.

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