Wilds Between Vel Luin & Vel Anir
Alistair Krixus
It was a wonder, how things quickly moved.
Only a month ago he, Alistair, and Kaeden had all been standing on a platform surrounded by security. They had made their announcement, gone through their presentation, and then with the funding of two major houses and three minor it quickly became apparent their project would succeed. Within weeks land was purchased, and the sight of their track was set into place.
Amos had personally seen to that task, and Kaeden had procured the rare materials they would need for the rest of their project. Eventually the engine had been put into place, and their locomotive had truly been born. From there work began, digging, blasting, and quickly a track was set into place. Day by day more was laid, until the high holidays began, and a week of celebration was to be taken.
As ever was, a small town sprang up around the locomotives encampment, though this one had a different air.
Wooden building appeared within it's center, the thoroughfare was quickly made of cobbled roads and stoned walkways. It was an investment that came quickly, and marked the little settlement as what it would very likely be; permanent.
Amos sat inside one of the nicer Saloons of the town, The Silver Pony it's mistress had dubbed it. The silk sheets alone made it nicer than most places he had ever stayed in. Growing up in the gutters he was more used to roached scrabbling across the floor than a wash basin prepared every morning. He was still not used to servants barging into his room every morning. No matter how much Kaeden assured him, it was still strange.
He didn't like odd people he didn't know in his rooms.
It wasn't right.
"Ah, no, yes it was great thanks." Amos lied, not being able to help the manners that had been instilled in him. He could not help but be polite, not wanting to given the impression he wasn't grateful. These people worked hard, harder than he did. They deserved to be recognized for that. He might have been smart, but his great work would have been nothing without them.
"Yes." He continued. "Please do tell my guests where I am when they arrive."
The scientists finished, glancing down and hoping to go back to his breakfast.
Alistair Krixus
It was a wonder, how things quickly moved.
Only a month ago he, Alistair, and Kaeden had all been standing on a platform surrounded by security. They had made their announcement, gone through their presentation, and then with the funding of two major houses and three minor it quickly became apparent their project would succeed. Within weeks land was purchased, and the sight of their track was set into place.
Amos had personally seen to that task, and Kaeden had procured the rare materials they would need for the rest of their project. Eventually the engine had been put into place, and their locomotive had truly been born. From there work began, digging, blasting, and quickly a track was set into place. Day by day more was laid, until the high holidays began, and a week of celebration was to be taken.
As ever was, a small town sprang up around the locomotives encampment, though this one had a different air.
Wooden building appeared within it's center, the thoroughfare was quickly made of cobbled roads and stoned walkways. It was an investment that came quickly, and marked the little settlement as what it would very likely be; permanent.
Amos sat inside one of the nicer Saloons of the town, The Silver Pony it's mistress had dubbed it. The silk sheets alone made it nicer than most places he had ever stayed in. Growing up in the gutters he was more used to roached scrabbling across the floor than a wash basin prepared every morning. He was still not used to servants barging into his room every morning. No matter how much Kaeden assured him, it was still strange.
He didn't like odd people he didn't know in his rooms.
It wasn't right.
"Ah, no, yes it was great thanks." Amos lied, not being able to help the manners that had been instilled in him. He could not help but be polite, not wanting to given the impression he wasn't grateful. These people worked hard, harder than he did. They deserved to be recognized for that. He might have been smart, but his great work would have been nothing without them.
"Yes." He continued. "Please do tell my guests where I am when they arrive."
The scientists finished, glancing down and hoping to go back to his breakfast.
