And so it is that we have started carving out of this gigantic rock a room large enough to store the coin discovered on Katoteros and a smaller room to store the gemstones taken from Ghost City… Jacobed has overseen the work, hired the men, and I have traveled back to Katoteros. Entering the Ghost City and I worked alone to remove the array of gems from the temple…But…there was always that sense that someone or something was watching…was I really alone…sighs…shaking my head back and forth to clear those thoughts…but they plagued my mind as I drifted back to the Beast I had encountered in what seems like so long ago...after 2 weeks I headed back to Port Kar and met with my friend who was more than anxious to show me the progress…He took me to the opening in the wall and we stepped inside…my expression was of awe as I gazed upon the work…
What an amazing sight to behold.. I was pleased and delighted. I saw a white clad slave carrying water to the workers in the next room as we followed that way…crossing into the gemstone room again I was amazed..
This indeed was much more than I had expected, the work was well done…We had not told anyone why we were making this place nor what would be stored here…Port Kar was notorious for shall we say…less than Honest men…When this part of the work was done the workers would be dismissed and new workers hired for the entrance…and then a special skilled worker for the doors. The fewer involved with what we are doing the better…
We left the workers and headed for the red Silk tavern for some entertainment and some Paga...smiles...We entered the establishment and I was immediately impressed with the improvements made after we trashed the place that night...But I did pay for these restorations so I guess we should enjoy them.
We sat on the pillowed furs next to our table and several scantily clad slaves passed us by, one by one giving us an opportunity to observe them...the place was busy and noisy but then out from the group appeared a most beautiful and sensual kajira. She came right to me and fell at my feet her head to the floor...her soft tiny hands grasping my feet. "Please Master this beast begs to be of service to you"...I was impressed yet wary…this was not the usual behavior of a Paga slave…she was so small almost delicate with pristine features that did not belong to a well-used playmate of the Den. I spoke softly to her and asked her name…she replied.. “This beast is not worthy of a name(as I motioned for her to kneal) but at one time she was called mara…
