Down by the lakefront the grass gets deep toward the old mill by the stream back when there was such a thing as first hand experience help available. These were noble missions. It wasn’t to say that we weren’t well paid. There’s no contradiction in just compensation. Only a clean conscience and sacred retribution for that eternal price which every man must render unto time: his life. Here we find Kronos, asleep in the moss, stricken and crusted with the primordial mud. The Anga monster had left but Kronos hadn’t eaten in days.
Something stirred behind a dark and slimy root in the lake and he awoke. He couldn’t make out what it was. A figure approached him, dwarfish and scaly, armored with a plasma array that looked like it had been ripped off from some Drekian from Fundament IX.