Ragnar sat alone, in a small corner of a freeport bar. His beer growing warm as he starred into the distance. He had wondered what had happened to the world. Was there anyplace he could find solace. He took another sip, apathetically and meaningless. It took him a moment to see the man sitting next to him at the bar, in a black overcoat smoking a cigarette of an unknown brand to him. Whoever this person was he was staring directly back at Ragnar.
"Ragnar Danneskjöld?"
"Yes, that is my name."
"What if I told you I knew of a place, where people like you can be free? I have a message for you, and a ticket. You may redeem it on the shuttle leaving the station in 3 hours, port 1. If you are interested in such a place, this ticket can bring you there."