“Kero and Rollo stood over it, slick with blood, both holding knives.‘Kero, you came? Why?’ asked Naif.‘Maybe I just needed someone to show me how to be brave enough,’ he replied with a hint of a dangerous grin.”

“What the Fross?” Whispered Kero”

“Naif felt his tentacle caress her again, This time, though, he was holding something as well. It was rough hessian and the smell from it was putrid, like something dead a few days. She tried to push him away but his tentacle ws strong and persistent, not withdrawing until he'd wiped the cloth over her.”

“Will you wait for me on the platform then?’Suki looked at Rollo and cast her eyes upward. ‘I suppose so.’Retra smiled at her. ‘Don’t you mean, “I guess so”?”

“You slow. Is Dangerous." His tentacles curled down, gripping the ends of the wood. As they watched he slid off the crate and nudged it away. Underneath was a grate, filthy with slude. He plunged his tentacles into the gaps and pulled it aside. "There is drop.”

“Ixion’s not a place for friends. They die or they leave. On Ixion you need allies.”

“Rules? Ixion is supposed to be free of rules, yet it seems as strict as Grave in its own way and more...more dangerous.”