Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20131219180233/@comment-7489529-20131219215822

The shovelhead was almost completely loose. Bergen wrapped his limbs around a nearby pillar, and slid slowly down, planting Dust charges in dark spots along the ceiling, pillar, and floor. He masked the sounds of this by telling the boy his life story.

"I lived in a village in the mountains, far to the west of here. That is, till i discovered these Boarbatusk fossils in my mine shaft. I showed them to the village chief, who promptly banished me. You know... Some nights i lay awake in bed, wondering what would happen if I had never found these things..."

The boy's voice had sounded impatient. Bergen was acting on borrowed time, and he knew it.