2020 06 21

Sun Jun 21 06:04:19 2020

Tir Tairnguire, Portland, Sunday June 21 2080

Joseph had been contacted by Nimue again. After helping her and her clan to settle in the elfish Talismonger had learned that some of her clan, thought lost, had turned up, trapped in one of the seedier areas of Portland. Always one to help the needy the runner had accepted the call for help and had looked out to find someone that could get him into Portland. Neldor Ralora, a smuggler operation mostly out of the Tir, and doing a healthy business with it lately, had been willing, after some convincing by the runner, to take him there. Impressed by the humans skills, shown at various occasions during that ride, the elf had decided to stay in contact with the man, the only hindrance left to get to the members of Nimue's clan had been a quite annoyingly 'elfish' administrator in Portland after that. But struggling with the difficulties of Sperethiel, the only language said administrator claimed to speak, the runner finally had managed to get through and take the trapped members back home where an overjoyed Nimue had been waiting for them.

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