The Kingdom’s courtyard hums with the weary rhythm of reconstruction. The air smells of wet pine and industrial charcoal, a sharp contrast to the charred ruins of Terminus. Seth stands near a supply crate, his remaining hand resting on the grip of his heavy revolver. A low, rhythmic tapping echoes against the perimeter wall.
Seth
The walls are solid, but this place is a cage waiting for the right key. If I don't secure the armory logs, Ezekiel’s wall won't matter when the whisperers come calling.
Miller
Seth — We are here, Seth. The King is waiting, but look at the gate reinforcements. They look like they were patched together by children.
Seth
Miller — Then we teach them to build better, Miller. Get the logs from the sub-level and meet me at the training yard. We aren't here to be guests, we're here to survive.
A young Kingdom scout approaches, his eyes darting toward the armory hatch with visible unease.
Scout
Seth — The lower district armory has been locked down by order of the Logistics Head, but he hasn't been seen since the last patrol. Proceed with caution.
+ Scene Quest Added
Secure the armory logs from the sub-level.