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The Insurance Adjuster
Hunt 28: Please Hold, City Burning
Hunt 28 · Spectacle
Please Hold, City Burning
The Insurance Adjuster · Human
Tukkar's slate is spalling in the Burning City, where no flame may be doused until its claim is stamped and the last pad is running dry, and he has to stop a very polite soft-skinned Insurance Adjuster who lights towers, pays the tenants, and coughs up his own ruined lungs on schedule.
Abigail's notebookTotaled. Eight towers so far.
Monday. Totaled.
This one's Tukkar's. I'm only here to read the man.
The Burning City's been on fire for years, on purpose, and it's quite orderly. Glass towers alight at every height, cool dry streets, a chalk line reading CLAIMANTS ONLY. No fire can be put out till its policy's verified, and no policy's verified till the claim's stamped. Ash comes down on your shoulders and people brush it off without looking. They queue. There's a Mr. Vodven who's queued for a friend for eleven years, and he saved my place while I went to look at something, and he told me about his friend's feet.

The people
Human
Humans cry, tire fast, and live short lives. They have no species script.
Called the Brief. Fragile, stubborn, and weirdly good at luck.
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