IC: Who the heck was Annabell? regardless, Silph couldn't care less. The Steef seemed to busy to likely damage anything, so he just shrugged and walked out again. This place needed more security...apart from himself, off course. He needed some fresh air, he was sure the air inside this oddforsaken building could not be doing him any good. However, near the entrance, he saw a Big Bro getting irritable, obviously, or so Silph thoguht, because of yet another insane Vykker spasticating round the room. He swore there was not a normal Vyker in existance, on this planet at least. Despite his usual, non-caring self, Silph had to feel sympathy for the Big Bro. Of all things, having to be with such a Vykker was probably one of the worst experiences ever. Grabbing a couple of bottles still on the floor around the vending machine, he tossed one to the Big Bro as he walked past outside, to the small jetty in the river. He sat on the edge of it, slowly drinking as he looked off out into the mists. Where had he ended up...? What a place...
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