RS204



Hotat holds the reins on his yatac-driven mail truck while his attention is on a news paper. Lyale leans over the railing on the truck's upper compartment, excited as she peers through binoculars.


Lyale


Ooh! I see it!


Er--


I think I see it?


Hotat


Mh--?


Ah, and so it is.


The outpost and the parked sylph vehicle come into view through Lyale's binoculars.


Hotat [offscreen]


Imbra Ridge outpost.


We have reached the border of Llyri.


Lyale [offscreen]


Sylph design is neat.


Isn't it neat?


Hotat [offscreen]


It's fine.


Sorril and Bome are napping. His mouth open and drool sliding down his jaw, Sorril's head rests on Bome's shoulder.


Lyale [offscreen]


Boys. We're here!


Make sure our guest is lookin' fresher'n a jug of sweet lichen tea!


Ro isn't looking so fresh.


Lyale [offscreen]


...Boys?


She hunches over, her hands still bound behind her back.


Lyale [offscreen / muttering]


As Ybris is patient, I swear...


They fell asl--


Lyale [offscreen]


Did you two fall asleep?


Ro's eyes glow.

RS204

 

Headquartered in Ras Huran, The Western Glaive is the paper of record for much of the Western Waste, and its readership, hundreds of thousand strong, extends from the easternmost edge of Amnu to the wall of Navi Yanu in the deep west.

The Glaive is one of Erj's most respected broadsheet publications, and tends to forego sensationalism in favour of dry, factual information. While this has yet to make the institution popular, especially among youths, it has remained a highly reputable source of news for over three hundred years.

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