The rain is coming down in sheets, the sound of the wind is deafening, and anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the storm is cursing any and every god they can think of for their bad luck. However, inside this seedy bar things are dry, the lights are low and only the hum of conversation can be heard. A pretty elven waitress sets the two men’s drinks on the table, sliding them to their respective owners. She leaves without a word, just the whir of servos from her cyberleg as she spins around.

Man: “Hell of a night to be caught outside isn’t it?”
Elf: “Indeed.”
Man: “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for some time, but you’re not an easy person to find.”
Elf: “I know.”
Man: “Right… Well I really appreciate you” (interrupted)
Elf: “Daniel. You’re not here for small talk.”
The short human with pudgy features and sharp clothes shifts in his seat, disconcerted by the Elf’s direct manner.
Man: “Yeah, you’re right. I’m ready whenever you are.”
Daniel “Danny” Concannon flicks a small switch on his holocorder and sets it on the table.
Elf: “This story is not a faerie tale. There is no hero. The ending is not happy. It does however have tragedy and villains. This is my story.”

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