He called for his hunting rifle to his wife, then slowly made his way through the field towards the glow. Through the last few corn plants he could se... a dark round form with strange ridges on it, the outside glowing red from the heat of moving through the atmosphere, making it hard to get close. When he stepped into the open area, he saw the crashed...thing...was formed akin something as an egg. A sound behind him made him jump up and quickly turned around, making him point the tip of his gun. And I’m sure that by now, Yayim ... he’ll be having all his men searching for you.” Her voice steadied as she went on, “I don’t think he’s connected what’s happened here with you yet – it’s normal for gang wars in Braka to begin with a take over of major hideouts – But the thought of a gang war while the Guard is trawling through Braka day and night ... he’ll want you found and gone. Most people won’t notice you if you don’t look like the ten-thousand-daric description, but some of Yayim’s men. He's a chihuahua and dachshund mix and he's always been really small. His mom, who lives with my grandparents, is also a chihuahua and dachshund mix. He was the runt of the litter and had lost his tail during birth, which just made him ever cuter than he already was. He ran to me as soon as I walked in the door and jumped at my leg begging me to pick him up. I picked him up as craddled him in my arms, he was so warm and his fur was really soft. He licked my face a couple times with his small. " He accepted the intended mild rebuke and jumped in. "Listen, I'm sorry I didn't invite you round for a coffee or something, but I was still with my ex-wife then and I don't think she'd have appreciated it, you know..." "That's okay. I was a little bit disappointed though," she added, after a moment. "Not as much as me!" he thought, recalling the many times he'd regretted not being able to invite her home. If only they'd ran into each other a couple of weeks later, when his 'ex' had gone.