E-122-Lia: Zarg’s World Highport, Martell’s Neighbourhood

It’s clearly not a new garment, but seems clean enough to not shrink away from…

As they walk, a figure steps out of an alcove in front of them.  Young, unfocussed, possibly high on something.

“Nice walk?”

Martell growls, “Tommy.”

The figure focusses on Martell’s solid form.

“Oh…Martell,”  he zones in and out on Lia, ” and a…your…a…”

“Run along Tommy, it’s late.”

“Uh huh, uh huh…”

He moves past them, leaps the guard rail and crosses the roadway to the other side, moves away in the other direction.