The Taleweaver

She was still a young woman, and very beautiful. They told her she had the most adorable accent, and she had made the most of it these last ten years. Now she was where she'd aimed for since her arrival here. The first show a success and now she only had to carry on. She smiled at the man beside her and asked the prepared question.

"So you mean they just went home without knowing what happened to Hasselden?"

"No. The pictures taken from a drop shuttle clearly show the fires. As you can see there's very little left of the town center." As the man placed the pictures on the table a clip showing them was inserted on the screen. The entire town center was a smoking rubble, and shipwrecks in the harbor could be seen as well. "There's very little doubt they knew what happened. What we don't know today is why none of them reacted to that knowledge in any visible way. Well, it's only been ten years and maybe one day..."

"I think we'll be able to fill in that blank," she interrupted as rehearsed. "Next time, same time, we'll have professor Nicholas Wang here with the latest updates." She shot a wide smile to the camera. It was time to round it off. "This was brought to you by Red News. You have watched the reinstallment of Wallman's Otherworld Disclosed, a view from above. I am, as always, Chaijrild Termend, your guide to Otherworld. See you again, next time, same time. And don't forget, never settle for a week when you can have an eightday."