by Nicholas Killewald

Friday, September 12, 2025

Vince continues writing in his room. "The reason I was brought into this is quite surprising: This very journal." In a scene somewhere in Terakol in front of a garage with large double doors and a typically-misshapen dwarven service door, Vince approaches a group of three dwarves. One is working on what looks like a yellow cannon, having removed a panel and is fiddling with something or another on it. Another supervises. A third is loaded in the canon, wearing a pinkish crash helmet and purple shades. Vince greets them cheerfully; the three of them respond in kind. Vince's writings continue: "In my time adapting to life in Terakol, I suppose I have made a bit of a name for myself as a chronicler of Terakol culture. People recognize me, they generally appreciate me, and are quite open to me about their lives. To cut to the chase, while Jacob's job is to cain information by secrecy, mine is to do so more openly." A new scene: A dwarf stands in a room with a rack of blueprints, rolled up and stored vertically (as in, stood on end), next to a filing cabinet stuffed with papers. The dwarf smiles in approval at the blueprint he has retrieved and is actively reviewing. Vince continues: "One thing I may not have made clear in my writings is that Terakol citizens don't really keep cultural notes the way humans or elves do. They are quite meticulous with their technical blueprints and procedural recordkeeping, but less so with day-to-day goings on." Yet another scene: Vince is standing nearby a group of dwarves who are testing a rocket-powered vehicle that is very rapidly blasting off to the side of the panel. This test is apparently a success, as all present, including what we can see of the pilot, are throwing their hands up in celebration. Vince is happily taking notes. His present-day narration continues: "Or, as Ogin put it, they tend to miss things an outsider like me might pick up on. I guess I can see how this would help when Ogin can trust very few people, but it does make me more self-conscious about what I write here." Then, back in his room, Vince looks at his writing, slightly concerned. With his mutated finger, he begins flicking back a bit, reviewing what he's written. He then concludes: "Re-reading these past few pages, I now realize I've had a lot of reasons to not be very confident about this plan in general."
 
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