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Malphas sat back in his office, the posh chair accenting the room, which was sparsely decorated. He gazed at a painting depicting the fallen angel's flight from heaven, which was the notion that camp narache took upon itself. All of the residents had taken names of the Grigori, or some other prince of hell, and were required to do so upon entry to the city. The slummers were a bitter lot, and hated the surface folk with a passion, so much so that they regularly sponsored raids to the top, which was how this particular painting had been procured. The museum had burned too easily... Thought Malphas, and a knock came on his door. "Yes? Who is it?" He bellowed, in a rasping voice which had set upon him in the original descent to the sewers. "Um, sir, it is Vine." The boy that was speaking was a vastly amusing character to Malphas. He was amongst the original twenty, and yet he was the youngest member of the Camp. He showed great potential, and Malphas had taken a liking to him. "Come in." The door opened slowly, and the boy bowed into the room. Malphas smelled the snake which the boy habitually carried around. He despised the thing, as it had bitten him on the finger twice now. "Sit. Have something to drink. Tell me of your problems." The boy hurredly did so, tripping over the rags he wore. Malphas poured him some rum, one of the few objects in the office he had bought, and slid the glass across the plywood desk. The boy looked at the substance curiously, and up at malphas, almost as if he were asking permission. "Come, drink up. You may have been a boy in the surface, but here, in Narache, you are a man. Drink!" The boy took a sip, and coughed. After a moment, he looked up at malphas. "Father... there's been an issue with one of the new settlements." ((Ending now, my time's almost up at the library. Will finish tomorrow.))