As Alora and Raul prepared dinner, Claskan sat with Paolo in his office. The two chairs that were usually occupied by Raul and Claskan now faced each other. The two studied each other, a seven-season-old child, standing no more than three or four foot to Claskan’s six. It was clear he was street smart, his body was still smooth, no scars could be seen, but he also seemed to understand the dire situation he was in, if only slightly. Claskan spoke gently. “Paolo I’m happy you decided to join us.”
“Did I have much of a choice? I admit, having the old man tell me that confused me, but it also made me very curious. I’m still confused.” Paolo said bluntly.
“Well, what he said is true, they’ve all been released. These people have had the opportunity to see who I really am.” He leaned back. “Wha
