Rook certainly has guts. The question is, are those guts going to end up on the floor of the prison? That would be a bad way to end the first week

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Chapter 14: Dreg of Society
Flek ordered a strong brew from the bar and placed it in front of Rook. "I'd better get going. I'll see you round sometime". Rook nodded, "Thank you Flek, see you later". With that, Flek gave a wave and walked out of the food hall. Rook sighed and took a sip of the brew. It was quite tasty and new to Rook's palette.
A red capper was waiting outside for Flek. "That the kid you were talking about?". Flek nodded, "Yeah, he's a bright kid... only a few years younger than you, Sawk". Sawk chuckled, "You know... I think he might even be the...". Flek held up a hand, "Come on, you know we can't talk about that. Besides... if I was his age, there's no way he would join them... Far too dangerous for a newbie to be worried about". Sawk smiled, "You're right, in that case... shall we call for Rett and talk to him about Scraper?". Flek's smile faded, "Fine, but he's not going to like this". Flek and Sawk walked to the captain's quarters for debriefing.
Rook sighed. As Rook drank the brew, it was only now that the gravity of the situation sank in. Had he not stopped Scraper, his mentor and most trusted friend of this whole place would be... "Gone?", Queck sat down next to him, looking at Rook's empty pint glass. Queck looked at the bartender, "One more please!". Queck placed a silver coin on the desk. "You okay Rook? You don't look so great". Rook smiled, "I'm fine, just a little shocked that's all". Queck nodded, "I'll take your mind off it".
Queck proceeded to tell Rook a few stories about when he first arrived here and some sporting events he had watched recently. Rook was cheering up now and started to make some jokes. Queck nodded, "That's it, you seem much better now. Come on, let's find some food". Rook forgot that it was nearly supper time, his stomach was rumbling.