It hangs over the docks on the other side of the city for but a second, mechanisms shifting as the Tenno stepped inside, seemingly swallowed by the craft. A star began streaking down from the heavens, screeching in a horrid sound that grated across the city, only for it to die off a second later to reveal the Tenno’s craft. There was nothing but the swish of wind, the soft rustling of their hair, and the Tenno was already halfway through the nighttime market, cutting through the crowd with a glare that can burn through ferrite. For a few more seconds, the fisherman and his wife could only stare where the interpreter had disappeared right before their eyes, only springing into action when the Tenno began moving. Doh-ga.” Harlak blinks at the sheer vitriol in the interpreter’s tone, especially for the Quills, only for them to be gone by the next blink. See if he has something of note that could narrow down our search.” Go and check with Konzu for the time being, they say. “Little Kiteli says to meet with you by the docks. The Tenno themselves looked ready to crush something in their hands, while the interpreter gazed at the cliffs with murder dancing behind their eyes.

“We will accompany you.” The Tenno’s interpreter barks out, causing Harlak to blink before turning towards the pair. The point was that he had a responsibility to go out there and save his children. But it was either that, or have his children continue to be captured by the Grineer, being subjected to Unum-knows-what, all while deadly spirits were walking around the plains that could kill him if he was ever spotted.

When I get back here with those little rascals, I’ll talk about what happened with the Tenno, alright? All of us, laughing together over supper.” Do not worry about me – I’ll get my zaw, while you exchange this bounty plate from Konzu and wait home. Perlu draws back, eyes confused and hysteric, only to meet Harlak’s grim nod. “I will take care of it.” He softly whispers into his wife’s ears, gripping her into a tight hug before slipping the bounty plate into her robes. No doubt that the restless spirits were about, wreaking havoc on the Grineer out there. Then the Grineer came, and… and…Ī glance at the sky shows that it is already dark. Apparently, Kin and Imash had taken it upon themselves to tap the Mapricoes for their sap, something to surprise him when dinner came and he returned from his excursion with the Tenno. The Tenno and their interpreter had caught up to him, their pace slowing to a stop while his wife began her story. ‘As well?’ Did that mean that he wasn’t the only one missing? “What happened, my dear?” But there was something else, wasn’t there? Something that had subconsciously made him tense. That should comfort her that he was not… ‘lost’, whatever that meant. “Perlu”, Harlak breathes, blinking back the surprise of seeing his wife in tears as he slowly removes his wife’s grip, taking her hands in his. “Thank the Unum that you are safe! We thought we had lost you as well!” “Harlak!” A voice snaps the fisherman out of his stupor, just as his shoulders were seized by a familiar face. ‘Little Kiteli.’ That would be a wonderful morsel to slip through during dinner, and he would watch by tomorrow’s end, his back leaning against a wall as the Tenno’s name was spread through hushed lips and muttered words, coupled with the kind of childish giggling that came with–– He heard it clearly from the interpreter’s lips. But there was something else – something that might spread through the underground gossip like wildfire within a day. Still, he had been sworn to secrecy to never tell anyone else about what happened out in the bay, and so he’ll keep his mouth shut about the Tenno’s inability to fish. The day had been fun! Well, for him and the Tenno’s interpreter. Nonetheless, there was no discounting the tiny grin on Harlak’s face as he tied his fishing boat’s moorings to the docks, stepping off into dry land with a spring in his step. Or perhaps they were trying to fish their luck back from Mer-Sah Bay…? While Harlak didn’t think of himself as that superstitious (there were the days of feasting and fasting in praise of the Unum, after all), it was quite peculiar seeing how the Tenno seemed to have caught something that spit all of their luck by the wayside. By the end of their little séance, the Tenno had caught two medium-sized mawfish, one small charc eel… and nothing else, if one didn’t count almost half of their cargo being Grineer boots.

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