Emmett squints as his eyes slowly readjust to the glaring light of the sun. As he puts his hand over his eyes, a strange feeling of disappointment bubbles in his mind. He didn't expect to feel any sort of sadness coming back, but there it is.
After seeing so many strange and amazing things, his little backwater mining town feels...pointless. Small. What could this place possibly hold for him? There are no strange horizons to cross here. For that matter, the idea of horizons is already outmoded to him.
It doesn't take long for the front of his mind to catch up with the back. He's done here. He'll never be able to stay.
Qralloq says:
Lyle is welcomed into the game.
"You don't look like you've been digging ore? Where you been down there?" "It's a long story, foreman, and I don't think you'd like to hear it. You'll just have to trust that we're doin' what oughtta be done. We ain't quite through yet, but we're almost there. Excuse me." Emmett walks past Lyle and the other players, striding into town. He calls back over his shoulder,
"I gotta take care of somethin', I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
Emmett winds his way past a few small buildings, nodding at folks and smiling where a smile is needed before he finds a small shack with no indication of what might be inside. As he pushes open the door, he sees a young man sitting at a desk beside a single empty cell.
Must've been a quiet night.
"Ho there, Rupert. You know I ain't one for small talk, so I'll skip to it. I'm goin' away for a while. You've been helpin' me out here and there for a while and seem to care about the Cooperstown about as much as I did. Do. So consider yourself in charge. The foreman and some of the other self-important folk'll give you the stipend they were givin' me, though you might wanna find some way to earn some extra coin. You'll be alright. Oughtta learn yourself how to fight a bit better, but that glass jaw'll toughen up after you get busted in it a few times."