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gibberish to I. That
meant I could not use it to contact the merchant again even if I
wanted to, unless I first found someone who could read and
translate it for me.
    Nonetheless, I pocketed the card anyway,
even though no thought of ever meeting him again currently dwelt in
my mind. Whilst he had given me much good and useful information
about my sister, I did not like having to pay him fifty delanes. At
the very least, I doubted I would return to him for quite some
time.
    Yet what did it matter, whether I did or
didn't meet him again? I had more important things to think about,
such as why Kiriah was meeting with the Mayor here at this Cafe
every few months, and what mine sister was doing here in Xeeon at
all.
    Because prior to her disappearance, Kiriah
had never shown any interest in visiting Xeeo at all. Always she
had told me that she wanted to stay in Dela for her whole life in
order to serve the Old Gods, a dangerous, yet brave, undertaking,
considering how little tolerance the current government showed
towards worshipers of the Old Gods.
    Now, however, I knew not whether my sister
even worshiped the Old Gods anymore. I leaned back in my chair,
scratching my chin, as mine eyes surveyed the busy streets of
Xeeon, though in truth, I wasn't looking at the passersby at all. I
was looking at mine memories, thinking about the mysteriousness of
this situation and trying to decide my next move.
    'Twas an easy decision to make: To solve
this mystery, I would need to speak with the Mayor. Though if the
merchant's words were correct, the Mayor would ignore any requests
on my part to meet him, which may be for the best, because a
feeling of illness came over me whenever I thought about this Mayor
Xacron-Ah. There was something about the man that I did not like,
though I did not know what.
    Mine next move, then, was to speak with
the owner of the Crossways Cafe. Though I loathed to talk to the
proprietor of such a disreputable establishment, I knew it was the
only way I could get the information I needed on the Cafe's
patrons. After all, I reasoned, the Cafe's owner likely knew the
face and name of every man, woman, and child that visited his
establishment and would hopefully be willing to share that
information with one of his customers.
    Standing up, I left my half-empty cup
where it was and made my way into the Cafe itself. The door opened
before I could even lay one hand on it, surprising me and causing
me to step back, suspecting some kind of evil afoot, before I
remembered that Xeeonite doors opened on their own due to some kind
of technology, not due to the wicked or nefarious enchantments of a
decadent wizard.
    Nonetheless, I walked through quickly, not
wishing to get caught between the doors, which closed behind me as
soon as the heel of my left foot passed beyond the threshold. I
spared not a glance over my shoulder at the closing doors as I
looked around at the interior of the dingy cafe.
    Oh! How terrible this place was. The
ceiling was low enough that 'twas like walking into the home of a
dwarf, rather than a restaurant for humans. The old floor creaked
under mine feet and was stained with a kind of liquid I could not
identify, but which I strongly suspected to be dried blood. Of
course, it could have been nothing more than spilled beer, but
either way, it was nothing less than a total and complete example
of the unprofessionalism of the cafe's owner.
    The dinginess of the place was in sharp
contrast to the rest of Xeeon, which, whilst not as beautiful or
majestic as Se-Dela, was nonetheless a clean city. The tables were
scattered about randomly, like die blocks, while the chairs were
made of some kind of old plastic, for they were as cracked as the
earth during a drought. One of them was even missing a leg, which
had been replaced with a tall bucket placed upside down 'neath
it.
    The stink of the place assaulted my nose.
Did remind me of their 'genuine' South Delanian tea, which made me
wonder if that was their most