X | Recollection
“A detour through the cellblock, aye, Dravidian?”
It was Pepperlung. He was standing at the top of the stairs when Dravidian emerged from the detention level. It was a tone of voice he had not heard from his friend in at least ten years.
“It’s a shortcut,” said Dravidian, and added, casually, “as good as any other.”
“I’d allot it is,” said Pepperlung, stepping aside to let him pass—hesitantly, it seemed. “Ah, but you always have been one for scenic detours.”
The men looked into each other’s eyes briefly, their faces close, before Dravidian continued onto the deck.
“You shall have to tell me the tale sometime, Dravidian!” Pepperlung called after him. “As it stands now I have only the rumors to go by. And those are the stuff of which polyhistors might concern themselve
