Vanessa and Ryan were with her, in their new room, helping sort socks. The army was going to pay her for each pair she salvaged. Some of them were alm...ost new, while others had only small holes, but some of them were beyond her. She could fix a small hole, that was easy enough, but the ones with huge threadbare patches would go into the scrap pile and get used as rags. The kids were on the bed, while she sat in the overstuffed chair.The pay wasn't much, just few pennies a pair, but they could. "If we must," she said instead."Well met Sarn," Ree'al said to the tinker while putting on his backpack."All's well that ends well," the tinker responded gruffly.Lormia turned to Sarn as Ree'al took off at a trot. "He's an asshole," she explained running to join him.They ran all afternoon and the next afternoon too. Ree'al wanted to run the next morning but Lormia refused."Maybe you don't need to rest your body, but I need to rest mine."Ree'al was surprised. In his desperate need for more. “Follow me, then”. Regardless how she felt, Head Guard Umber was obligated by the Deputy Warden to entertain all of Sergeant Heyxin’s requests. More importantly, the latter was a Sacred Immortal and not a prisoner. If she will persist with the discourtesy, Sergeant Heyxin might resort to violence to discipline her.... In Middle Sector No .131 there is a platform with a thirty meters tall pole.Punishment Platform.Right now Zax was tied to the pole for all to see, while Guard Chou Ferk sent. Enjoy. * The bass thumped and bumped and thumped some more. Poe’s tell tale heart had nothing on this beat track. On and on and on.. It seemed that the only thing to hear was bass. No music really, just beat and crowd and sweat. There was so much sweat you could hear it – Loud accompanying the bass like an afterthought, an accent. This had to be a fire code violation. The crowd, fueled by red bull and vodka cocktails and god knows how many illegals – glad we don’t – bounced and swayed and.