= Chapter 3: A Purpose =
On his way to the City of Seff, he started thinking more about what he was going to do when he got there. 'I have to find some people that can help me. I'll need two... maybe three at a stretch, can't do this by myself, not on my own' He then remembered what the Elder of the last village he visited had said:
"The world is wounded, we're running out of time" Dignam pictured the Elder in his long flowing cloak and his feathery headdress, no doubt obtained from the last mudokon in the town, which was a contrast with his grubb features and long beard. "There is a great evil beneath the planet which is threatening to cause all life to degenerate and die. The world will end in four weeks"
Digman didn't agree with that last comment. He knew that it would end within a week. How he know this he couldn't explain, but he felt as if he had known this for much longer, perhaps since he was young. Dignam spotted the city sign marking Seff in the distance and kept walking. The outline of the town was only waist-high fences, he could see peep holes in the fence where defenders would mount their rifles and ward off potential attackers. The lone guard stood in the watchtower nodded at Dignam as he walked in. Dignam headed to the centre of town and found what he was looking for, the local bar. Dignam entered the Red Rascal, moving past the tables of people playing poker and the few remaining dancers in the shady areas. "Gimme a Snaflax" he said to the barman, the barman nodded and poured out a frothy green brew. Dignam rummaged though his small wallet and left two slightly bent silver coins. Was this where he was going to find those he was seeking?
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