Nivek Erieth & the November-Coming-Fire

[Damien McEwan]

At the moment, it's been a little over two hours since Che arrived at Torshavn and met with Nivek Erieth. It seems they're getting along just fine, judging by the impressive amount of empty pint and shot glasses that litter the table.

It was touch-and-go for about the first half-hour. Come to find out, Mr. Erieth was almost completely ignorant of the Gaian movement and seemed to believe alot of the anti-Gaian propaganda and misinformation that the media likes to spread, so it took about that long for Che to put Mr. Erieth enough at ease to get to the point of questioning, answering, and more importantly: proper drinking.

"No. Gaians are not terrorists. At least, not in the strictest sense." Che would explain, "We are however, very much so, enemies of the Bretonian State. What we really are, are protectors."

"No. we are not all fanatical, militant environmentalists...but yes, we have more than enough of them to completely justify the stereotype."

"No. We do not drink the blood of infants. (Where in the hell did you hear that one??)"

By the third hour, fifth beer, but before the second shot, Che had begun to earn enough trust to talk of the commonalities that brought them both to Torshavn.

By the fourth hour, eighth beer, third shot and second hit of some damn fine Kalisti Gold, Che could imagine Nivek as a potential ally and eventually, maybe even a friend.

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