Escape On Thera

>??: Your name is a mighty one. It is the name of a great hero in your culture.




Fitan of Clan Trisker. You were named after a great apostle of Kineo, god of wealth, perfection, and diligence. Hearing stories of them from your parents put a lot of pressure on you to excel while growing up.

Then again, you've got a lot of aunts and uncles named Fitan too.... After a while, the name sorta lost its luster.

>Fitan: In what crafts were or are you skilled in?

You were training to be a Conduit-maker as was the tradition of your clan. That was what set you apart and marked you as nobility among the Yaren.

Until recently, that is.

>The room seems oddly well lit. Do you see any lighting fixtures? Or is your night vision just that good??

You have low light vision. You can't see in complete darkness, but even the ambient lighting coming from outside is more than enough for your eyes.

> Also, splice those severed wires back together to get the nasty-black-goop-O-tron up & running.




There is an entire segment missing between the cables, and not enough wire to join them together.

>While you're at it, read the notes.




The notes are a scrambled mess. Looks like someone was in a hurry or has the worst handwriting you've ever seen. You think you can make out something like 'west wing - - not safe - - the Warden hunts!'





What was that!?