DECLAN
In the wake of a newly-forged alliance and the dead body that accompanied it, Declan's been laying particularly low. Rae's Fingers-low. Getting mixed up with the smuggler crowd happens often enough for him, considering his job entangles with theirs by definition. He's not one to turn down a good payment, and he's known for his sealed lips.
Now, however, he doesn't carry a parcel in his hands or an envelope in his coat. Only a cigarette between his lips and a small torch in his bandaged hand. There is a spot of blood staining it, but for the most part - thanks to Ray's help - the cut's come along fine. As for the wounds left in his mind over what happened that day at the Slagveld, those will need more time... and answers.
Through the criminal grapevine (which has strong roots in Torchline), Declan's heard about a new businessman among the smuggler crowd. A man that provides security.
The silhouette of our little detective here hovers and drifts over walls, his pace slow. His eyes, darkened by uncertainty of what he may find or who he may run into, peer down rocky corridors as the tunnels twist and turn.
Now, however, he doesn't carry a parcel in his hands or an envelope in his coat. Only a cigarette between his lips and a small torch in his bandaged hand. There is a spot of blood staining it, but for the most part - thanks to Ray's help - the cut's come along fine. As for the wounds left in his mind over what happened that day at the Slagveld, those will need more time... and answers.
Through the criminal grapevine (which has strong roots in Torchline), Declan's heard about a new businessman among the smuggler crowd. A man that provides security.
The silhouette of our little detective here hovers and drifts over walls, his pace slow. His eyes, darkened by uncertainty of what he may find or who he may run into, peer down rocky corridors as the tunnels twist and turn.
you can never tell whether you are a monster
when you're human like the rest of them
when you're human like the rest of them
