B-101a: Loyalists’ Rock, Downport Concourse
From the bustling concourse of Mundo Zargo Downport to this small empty hall is quite a change.
A skinny youth with spotty skin and a loud shirt is one of about half-a-dozen people in sight and is looking curiously at her.
“Taxi Mer?”
She gives him a slight smile.
“Don’t tell me…Barny?”