Ash 75, 4621¤
A new wave of people with the madness had come through. Refugees seeking respite from their corrupted home but weren't fast enough. Shots could be heard ringing through the barrel of Traphole all the way up because of people with the sickness and the Pyrerazers were likely shooting them down. Miki spat out chew in her mouth onto the ground and adjusted her glasses. Frost would be here soon. It didn't get much less hot but the nights bit even harder. She wasn't looking forward to being mauled by some corrupted lunatic. Up higher in Traphole it was easy to get a meal. Leaning on a railing looking down over the pit itself she snacked on a sausage wrapped in bread topped with pickled cabbage. It was some kind of indescribable animal but tasted similar to deer meat, dry and gamey.
Miki planned on heading to the bar and seeing about talking to someone on the topic of how to join the Pyrerazers. She was curious as scoping out her targets would be tantamount to finding where to dismantle them. Word on the street was they were disorganized. Taking anyone from a wig and tie affair like greater Daravin and folding them into anarchy was bound to make shit shake and rumble. But it was how they grew. She thought perhaps she would recognise someone from her work in the foundry but when she entered the bar it was just a bunch of tough, weathered and tired looking people. Clearly a caravan had just got in, likely merchants. There were a few locals though and Miki opted to sit by them at the bar. She was seated by an older woman who was missing an eye. The older woman, after some time, turned to her and said.
"I have met your kind before, when we were both girls. The one I met was very gentle and her skin was a radiant purple. I could never forget that."
Miki winced and looked uncomfortably at the woman.
She felt sick to her stomach. There were only about six thousand of them and her past was one of her worst regrets in life. She tried not to think about how she was different because her people were refugees, she focused on the present.
"Thank you."
Was all she could muster as the woman clearly wanted to pay her a compliment. Downing the last of her beer she quickly left after that and headed back to her bunk in the drifter section. A simple bedroll on the ground meant she would sleep well for the night. Izul came back late and drunk, flopping into the hammock set up for her use.
