(Yes this was otiginally the itroduction for "Cerano's Locale" but seeing as he has quit the guild it does little good for such a place to have been built and then discarded. So we're re-vamping it a bit.)
Deep within the nest of the city Trabia, a small group of constructors congregate to complete a relatively simple, yet imperative task. Their direct orders: Find a suitable location in the city of ruffians, and prepare a place of solace for their latest benefactor.
The group of men and women on board worked diligently only hours after the day began, and were finished before the witching hour on the very same day. When the head constructor was satisfied with the team's progress, he nodded in approval with a look of content in his expression.
The man immediately summoned one of the workers under his command, with one last order to be given. When the other approached, he handed her a phone from his shirt pocket.
"It's all taken care of. Contact Mr. Del Toluca for me and inform him. He should be here from Durem in a matter of hours."
The young woman, dressed attire appropriate for a hard days work took the phone as she was told. She recalled her supervisor meeting with this Mr. Del Toluca; his appearance gave the impression that he really didn't belong in a place like Trabia. But work was work, and she wouldn't voice her opinions verbally.
"Yes, sir."
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That was a few weeks ago...
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Thing have already changed slightly on this floor of the corporate building. The lease-holder's name was changed from a Mr. Del Toluca to a Mr. Jamison. Not much is known about the lease-holder except that he has a large sum of money in multiple off-shore accounts that are self-sufficient due to the interest rates of each account.
To access this floor of the building one must possess a key for the elevator. And even if one has such a key they must be buzed in (like a traditional apartment building would have) before the elevator doors will open.
From time to time a few people can be seen entering this place, all of whom seem professional and business like. Though there is an exception to that, ocassionaly a group of (seemingly) teenagers will go to this floor. All of them seem to be the kind who tries to hard to not conform to society.
That is all the information anyone has on this project... Maybe someone will find out who this "Mr. Jamison" is? Afterall... Since when did a rich 'some-body' move into Trabia?
Deep within the nest of the city Trabia, a small group of constructors congregate to complete a relatively simple, yet imperative task. Their direct orders: Find a suitable location in the city of ruffians, and prepare a place of solace for their latest benefactor.
The group of men and women on board worked diligently only hours after the day began, and were finished before the witching hour on the very same day. When the head constructor was satisfied with the team's progress, he nodded in approval with a look of content in his expression.
The man immediately summoned one of the workers under his command, with one last order to be given. When the other approached, he handed her a phone from his shirt pocket.
"It's all taken care of. Contact Mr. Del Toluca for me and inform him. He should be here from Durem in a matter of hours."
The young woman, dressed attire appropriate for a hard days work took the phone as she was told. She recalled her supervisor meeting with this Mr. Del Toluca; his appearance gave the impression that he really didn't belong in a place like Trabia. But work was work, and she wouldn't voice her opinions verbally.
"Yes, sir."
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That was a few weeks ago...
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Thing have already changed slightly on this floor of the corporate building. The lease-holder's name was changed from a Mr. Del Toluca to a Mr. Jamison. Not much is known about the lease-holder except that he has a large sum of money in multiple off-shore accounts that are self-sufficient due to the interest rates of each account.
To access this floor of the building one must possess a key for the elevator. And even if one has such a key they must be buzed in (like a traditional apartment building would have) before the elevator doors will open.
From time to time a few people can be seen entering this place, all of whom seem professional and business like. Though there is an exception to that, ocassionaly a group of (seemingly) teenagers will go to this floor. All of them seem to be the kind who tries to hard to not conform to society.
That is all the information anyone has on this project... Maybe someone will find out who this "Mr. Jamison" is? Afterall... Since when did a rich 'some-body' move into Trabia?
