"We few, we lucky few. arose from the ashes of the old world. Quickly followed by the evil that plagues our dreams. fills our hearts with fear." the man began. "this evil has no place here. its an evil of the old world." he finished. Some stood and clapped, some threw shells. others sat and gocked in awe. nobody knew the mans name. just that he came from the east. in the belly of a steel ship. they all knew this. nothing more.
"come from the water he did. followed by a dozen armed men." one old man told a new comer. bright and young, the new comer sat and listened. "speaks too much bout the evil he does. dont trust him." the man finished. the young man stood, smiled and shook the mans hand. placing a few silver coins in his palm. the old man looked from his hand to the stanger. back to his hand. before he could thank the man. he was gone.
