The surroundings are hot, so hot that they scald the skin with no physical contact on surfaces. It is glamourous, full of blazing, terrifyingly pure gold. The whole mechanical clockwork quality of the gears makes it cold and impersonal, even though it blazes and flares constantly. Rivers of molten gold flow,and the fallen Plutus stands with an unholy benediction on whomsoever would have it.
"You know my friend, greed is a terrible thing."
"Indeed. Greed is a twin-headed beast, one head spends without a care, the other hoards like a miser. Ah, civilisation, you cruel beast. What have you done to the pure hearts of men?"
The second man was a tall and lanky person with a hood and a cloak. His features were not visible, but his posture displayed an inherent contempt for that which he saw. The first was a woman, similarly dressed, but with her hood pulled down. Her eyes were bright and sharp; a stunning gray that seemed to change and switch throughout the spectrum as she moved. Her hair was long and a dark violet, dark enough to be mistaken for black or dark blue. She had a sharp nose with a small mouth that always seemed to be on the verge of smiling.
"Raewyn?" The man enquired, "What's it like with Libys?"
"He's fine, tends to want me to be on the wrong side of the law, as usual."
"And what do you say to that?"
"I follow his advice. Well, sometimes, at any rate. He does get a bit ludicrous."
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