2016 12 10 1

Sat Dec 10 2076 Tir Taingire, Portland, Royal Hill, High Prince Quarters Sean Laverty sits uncomfortably on a distressed post-Desert Wars leather couch in Surehand's private office quarters. He stares at the human form of Lowfyr and listens to the projected thoughts as they settle into and the High Prince's mind. "There is great evil loose, much like the Seattle event in twenty years ago. I will need resources and, in exchange, I help you. With a seat on the Council, of course. And Hestaby off."