The palaces were of a strange grey mix between red and grey, the air was a bit heavy and people talked down the street. It was a day like another.


    <<So...why did you invite me here?>> said, Marth


    Pxan paused for a bit, then realized that the truth was better than any lie <<I have few friends.>>


    <<Few friends? What happened to your high district friends? They have abandoned you?>> in his words there was a string of cruelty.


    <<No. I had one friend and he is too far now.>>


    <<Wait in…>> Marth paused


    <<I am not good at making friends. When I was a child it was different, people made friendships that lasted a lifetime in a day, relationships were easier, everything was easier...except cultivating the fields, that was back breaking>>


    Marth looked at him strangely trying to figure out what passed on the mind of Pxan <<I bet that you passed all-time in a bar and with women then?>>


    <<No. Never liked bars, too much noise. Women never attracted me, don’t know why.>>


    The two arrived at the bar, Pxan ordered a latte and Marth a beer.


    <<That is...a strange choice>>The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    <<What? This milk?>> he pointed at the milk <<they serve it only here, we didn’t have it in the middle quarters. Is fantastic>>


    <<Yeah and it’s for...actually continue to drink it if you like.>>


    The two sat in silence for some minutes


    <<So how did you entered the police?>> asked Pxan


    <<Well my father was a policeman and I wanted to be like him. Got good grades at school, got my documents and won the concourse. Unfortunately, I never managed to obtain citizenship, if before it was hard now it’s impossible.>>


    Pxan nodded.


    <<By the way how did you managed to obtain citizenship?>>


    <<I knew the director of the test, she closed an eye or two on some things.>> "all of them to be sincere" Pxan thought


    <<Ah she risked jail for you, even now if someone->>


    <<She is dead happened a few years ago.>>


    <<Ah.>>


    The two continued to sit there without saying much


    <<So why did you...well became a policeman?>>


    Pxan stopped drinking his milk <<When you are young you are very deluded about life. I thought that I was strong and big and the world was at my disposal...that I could do anything...I wanted to track and kill the cultists that attacked my village.>>


    <<If there are cultists they must be surely dead.>> said Marth half-jokingly


    <<Unfortunaly no. Only a few of them have been arrested. If my memory doesn’t betray me all of them must be in their forties even fifties.>>


    <<And you never took the investigation in your hands?>>


    <<Tried but the files are censored.>>


    <<Ever thought of becoming an inquisitor?>>


    <<That is impossible Marth...that is impossible…>>


    And so they spent an hour talking about their lives.