Seven days have passed. Quite peaceful days, almost too peaceful. The town has welcomed you, excited to see tourists for the first time in many, many,
many years. Some may have liked the peace, others may have been annoyed by it, but it was undeniable Cartesio seemed like such a nice and safe place it was hard to believe you had been told to kill each other.
But the threat is still up in the air. What's more: how much patience does the Sergeant have left?
Every time you take a look into the Lodge, you see the Sergeant. Lately he's looking more and more annoyed. Even though you can't see his face, you can feel he's getting frustrated. How long will it be before he lashes out and does something about these peaceful days?
Nobody in the town could suspect the harrowing times that'd befall Cartesio.
When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find
new maps in the map rack and brochures on the table, showing places you hadn't noticed in the town before. Enjoy!
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[It's a bit of an offhand comment, pensive rather than his usual grumpy commentary.]
My pop was a firefighter.
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That's amazing. So fire security is basically in your blood already.
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Not so sure about that. He died in a fire. Went back into a burning building to save a few more people trapped inside. Nobody else would do it.
[It's all distant, detached. He'd been bitter about for ages. Heroic as his dad was, it'd been so quiet and so lonely without anyone there with him. It's not something Keith would talk about had it not been for reuniting with Krolia.]
Happened a long time ago.
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Did he...? Save them, I mean.
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[No smiles here, but there's just the faintest note of pride in Keith's voice.]
He was a real hero.