F R I E D R I C H
“Well, this ‘secret tunnel’, or what now is left,
used to connect to two bathrooms, three beds.”
Friedrich allows himself a brief sigh.
”It was, but it seems to have be razed or burned.
I suppose I am left now with what I have earned.”
The man bobs his head for a moment as he comes to internal conclusions, but then straightens abruptly as if pulled up by marionette strings, eyes fixing again on Amun and his particular features.
”I’m terribly sorry, I’ve been terribly rude.
I am Friedrich Shreckt, and what may I call you?”
His tone is earnest, highlighting an antiquated accent.
”Furthermore, you said that are sick,
Is this the work of the enemy, a new devious trick?
before I… went to sleep, it was propaganda, sure,
but I was often told WE were ‘unassailably pure’.”
