R&R

Merlin took a long drag of the NicStic in his fingers. The stick’s far end lit up with a cool blue light for a few seconds before he parted ways with it, and exhaled a large vapor cloud into the air.

It smelled a little sweet, and a little earthy.

He, along with a shadowy man, stood just inside of a dirty alleyway next to an old bar, somewhere in one of the seedier districts in Helios.

“What’cha got for us?” asked the shadow.

When Merlin spoke, his previous stoic and simple accent was gone. Instead, he spoke with much more informality and with a very slight American drawl.

“I found some great tech y’all might be really interested in,” he said. “Way better than those AniMox pods you’re all so attached to.”