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“Drifter. I’m going for an original name, now that everybody and their mothers are usin’ the dredgen title”.
Which was true –he brought the title back as a joke, and the rest of the world followed without laughing. Amusing, to say at least. None of those carrying the name had an inch of what the real dredgens were. Not that he felt like giving a full course to this one –another agent of those who gave him what shaped his mission, another one of those who chose him for reasons he was yet to understand. (To torture him with her presence, to push him towards being worthy of something he did not know and did not wanted.)
The visits from their emissaries were short, unannounced, unpredictable. The air would feel heavier whenever she visited; now that it was the other agent in front of him, the air…lacked. Lacked movement, lacked scent, turned warmer. Perhaps this would be the only way to know when The Nine felt like sharing. Drifter would not question or wonder.
He already knows what happens to those who wonder.
“Kinda surprised they let you see me. I thought they wanted to keep me dedicated to the other one”.
Xur sat still, apart from his normal troubled movement, that is, listening to what the.. Drifter- Had to say. Taking mental note of him, his words, the little information given.
What came next was a nod from the Jovian. A confirmation that he was indeed aloud. “ I did not expect to run into anyone. I am simply traveling from the tower back to the nine. My purpose is to deliver gifts to guardians. Though, my stock is empty now, i’m afraid. ”
He shifted then, yellow eyes looking at the fire. Watching the warmth dance freely in the air above all the wood and leaves. “ What is your reasons for being here, lightbarer ? If you do not mind me asking. I would not mind the company. ”
