Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-5583506-20160721140456

"Indeed", said Sibern. "I wonder if..."

Once again Sibern was interrupted, which seemed to annoy him, as the box began to speak again.

"It's... Turdas, I think? Or was it Turdas yesterday? Guess it's not really important. Once those eggheads in the sections below heave the lid of those latest ruins perhaps we can go home once and for all. Velyth Alano, that self-righteous bastard, seemed ecstatic if anything about the latest findings and suggested the idea to the board that they would prolong the stay for all employees, until these latest ruins have all been cleared out and documented. Like Hell that I am staying here for another year or two. First chance I get, I will exit the Nexus. I don't care if a bloody storm gets me. I am going home. Back to Mournhold. 

''Fathala, my sweet. Wait just a little longer. Daddy will soon be with you again."''

The voice faded away into a sound of unintelligible static. Sibern stared somberly at the device. He didn't know whether or not the man had managed to make it out of the Nexus, but somehow he felt a bit disrespectful. This device contained the archived voice of a man long since dead. What they were holding was his legacy. His tomb...

"We should show it to the others", said Sibern with a heavy sigh. "Let's look around some more. Might be that we find some other clues lying around."