Niko Westlyn's Story

Gabriel sat in his seat in the vehicle and stared out the window, watching the people pass by, and he wondered what could have been. The election was a total loss, but that was fine. With some relocation of assets, clever marketing tactics, and a few favors offered and returned, he was able to recoup losses to both reputation and revenue. Perhaps the political spotlight wasn't for him, anyway, and he would acquire better results in improving the world from the private sector.

He poured himself a glass of brandy as the car moved through the city, and he pondered where the future would take him.

Shrknar the Reshr'c glanced over towards Lectre Mansion, wondering what history this city held. No matter, he'd have time for exploration later. Continuing on, he picked up his pace — the Queen was not one to wait.