The lady pulled out a small box, a match to the one he found that morning. And played with it. Very odd.
There were words on the box: I'm Vera Solomon. This device is the "little computer thing." And yes, it would be a problem since everyone outside this city and especially across the river, hates us, so heading on would probably end up with you imprisoned or possibly killed. And the city is called Nesreca, no you can't go home and you're stuck here with everyone else in this city.
He started at the message absentmindedly reading it, before just staring at the box. It seemed to glow. Was is a spirit of some kind? But she the message seemed to from the lady. So had she written on it somehow? Maybe it was a chained spirit slave to her will, making her a very powerful sorceress? Scary thought, though probably paranoid.
"So Vera Solomon?" He looked up at her figuring that she would indicate somehow if the 'little computer thing' was not her writing. "I'm stuck here? In Nesreca? Why?"
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There were words on the box: I'm Vera Solomon. This device is the "little computer thing." And yes, it would be a problem since everyone outside this city and especially across the river, hates us, so heading on would probably end up with you imprisoned or possibly killed. And the city is called Nesreca, no you can't go home and you're stuck here with everyone else in this city.
He started at the message absentmindedly reading it, before just staring at the box. It seemed to glow. Was is a spirit of some kind? But she the message seemed to from the lady. So had she written on it somehow? Maybe it was a chained spirit slave to her will, making her a very powerful sorceress? Scary thought, though probably paranoid.
"So Vera Solomon?" He looked up at her figuring that she would indicate somehow if the 'little computer thing' was not her writing. "I'm stuck here? In Nesreca? Why?"