Gil rushed in. Alone.
Kris was tinkering with his latest contraption, a series of small lenses that would increase the control he had on the amount of light spread on his working table. Unaffected, by the disturbance caused by his friend's sudden entrance his work continued.
"What?" concentration unbroken.
"There is a band of marauders, fools, snips skulking through town looking for you."
"Hmm."
Kris is a private man. Born and raised "below" never seeking "above". Unwelcome guests were just that, unwelcome. Unwelcome guests he did not know, that was something else entirely.
Preferring to keep to himself and work on his machines, his deep gray skin prickled at this news, his mind however was probing. What could these strangers want, why were they here?
"Tell them I'm busy, turn them away."
Gil rushed out, Alone.
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