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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

obstructionist secretary to which such people aspire. Her parents must have been very
proud.
“We can wait,” Nellise conceded, turning to the others with a shrug and indicating
they should make themselves comfortable. Pacian, appearing bored, exchanged a look of
exaggerated suffering with Aiden before he walked past the secretary and into the room
beyond.
“Excuse me, you can't go in there,” the young lady protested. Colt laughed softly and
shrugged to the young lady as he followed Pacian. Seeing his attempt to coerce the mayor
with subtlety slip away, Aiden groaned inwardly and followed them, with Nellise right
behind him.
Stepping into the dining room, Aiden saw his friend standing before a middle-aged
man of means, wearing expensive clothing and sporting a carefully groomed grey
moustache. He sat at a fine table near a blazing fireplace holding a spoon in one hand,
with a bowl of untouched soup before him. His gaunt appearance told Aiden that he
hadn't been eating properly for some time now.
“Are you the mayor?” Pacian asked shortly.
“I am indeed,” he replied gruffly, startled at their appearance. “Who in blazes are
you?” The old man was clearly upset about the interruption to the breakfast he wasn't
eating.
“I tried to stop them, sir,” the lady called from the other room.
“Yes, thank you Miss Spencer, top job there,” the mayor replied sarcastically.
“Look, my friend and I are travellers who happen to be stuck in this damp little town
of yours, and we want to leave,” Pacian continued. “I don‟t think anyone else living here
is enjoying it too much either.” Despite his initial shock at the abrupt introduction, the
mayor quickly recovered.
“I thought I said I never wanted to see you in here again, Mister Colt,” he added,
noticing the burly man looming in the background.
“Relax Olaf, I'm not here to threaten you,” Colt grunted. “These three have
something important to tell you.”
“Three? Oh yes, Nellise and some... friends,” Olaf remarked. “Is this impertinent
rapscallion an acquaintance of yours?”
“I only just met these two, Your Honour,” Nellise protested, raising an eyebrow at
Pacian.
“I see. So, you want me to throw open the gates - I‟m sorry, but it‟s out of the
question,” the elderly man muttered impatiently in the manner of one who was used to
being obeyed. “The town is sealed for our protection. I assure you, I am not insensitive to
the plight of the townsfolk, but it is simply far too dangerous to allow anyone to travel
outside the walls at this time. Thank you.” The last was delivered with a note of finality.
“If we can't leave today this town is going to go hungry,” Aiden pointed out.
“Hungry people do desperate things, and I don't think we're the only ones either.”
“Honestly, this could not have come at a worse time,” the mayor muttered. “I have
something of a personal crisis going on which has me rather distracted.”
“I see,” Aiden remarked, not really seeing anything. “Well, we're just seeking
permission to leave via the northern gate to Culdeny so -”
“The north road? Good heavens no,” the mayor interrupted, standing up quickly. His
clothing, while rich and fine, hung from his shoulders, giving the impression the man had
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