The Meeting

[Junes]

"Yeah, sometimes it seems as if entire Sirius was up in arms with those Sairs. Nobody likes them, which is kinda understandable.. who'd ever befriend those blood-thirsty, imperialistic cannibals with a bad sense for cool-sounding languages..."

Andrew didn't feel his arms anymore. The muscles in his biceps must have been strained to hell, Olaf really was a gross man.

"But how about you.. how did you get to work for this.. uhm... man?"

They were walking down a dark corridor, a few flickering lamps were illuminating the way, but it still made the impression of an abandoned air raid shelter to Andrew. There was also the smell of rotten eggs in the air, which was even worse than this mix in the bar. Andrew hoped they'd be there soon.