When true hearts lie withered

[Zephyranthes]

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Avalon Dawn | Habitat Quarter | Booth #11
| 823 AS |

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Felix stared lazily out of the window as he waited. That eerie green coloration of Malta sent a creeping sensation of uneasiness that he kept away from his mind by force. There was something about the planet that seemed unnatural, abnormal in its celestial presence and state of existence. It didn't help that such a variety of ships freely passed by his eyes as he contemplated the void, disturbing what might otherwise be a relaxing wait. It didn't faze him terribly. If anything, it mostly annoyed him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the dapper gentleman extending his hand with some nonsense greeting. It didn't much matter to him what was said, so long as he got to the job at hand. He reciprocated the extended hand with a stiff shake, followed by a return to his reclined position in the booth.

"So, Inquisitor Callahan... What does she need from me?," Felix inquired, hoping to get straight to the business at hand.