Record:Harakar Takes a Little Trip to Dokraim

Setting: Harakar and Lightning are standing just outside the ladder up to Ara Daram's cliff residence, Dokraim, Andorka, Kingdom of Akaria. As the pair climb up they see the many scattered cliff huts of Dokraim. They stumble into the building, Ara Deram is sitting at a homemade desk awaiting them.

Ara: Ah. What brings you to my humble little home, your excellency?

Harakar: If I recall correctly you invited me here.

Ara: It would appear so. I see that Lightning can still walk after our last meeting.

(Lightning says nothing.)

Ara: Have a seat, gentlemen.

(Harakar takes a seat on one of the two half logs laid out in front of Ara. Lightning remains standing. Ara leans towards Harakar.)

Ara: I assume you know what this meeting is about.

Harakar: I really don't.

Ara: You got the Dakota Mine running again. How many Andu are working in the mine currently?

(Harakar pauses for a moment.)

Harakar: None.

Ara: And who is working in the mine?

Harakar: Primarily workers from Oksken and the surrounding Osslettes.

(Ara quiets.)

Ara: So you're telling me that you have Karinians working in the mines?

(Harakar says nothing.)

Ara: Karianians don't mine. Not even the scheming Weer and the heretical Ald mine. Akarians do not mine.

Harakar: It's a matter of efficiency. Picks and shovels are slow and the Andu aren't trained to handle heavy equipment.

Ara: I don't give damn about efficiency! Akarians don't mine, Andu mine! That is the order of things!

(Harakar gets out of his seat to leave.)

Ara: Don't just leave, explain yourself.

Harakar: As it stands Ara, I don't much care about your traditions.

(Ara begins to laugh slowly to himself.)

Ara: You Okens are just like the other families. No concern for our tradition.

Harakar: You are not my enemy Ara. If we don't adapt we will not survive, things have not been the same since the Calming.

Ara: But at what cost? I know that I would rather die than abandon our traditions.

(A mild look of shock comes over Harakar.)

Ara: What did you expect? We are Deram. We were driven from the cities by the Arkara and now live as our ancestors did, before the Kingdom. Now Harakar... let me ask you this, you know I am prepared to die for my traditions... are you prepared to die for these new traditions?

(Harakar walks unreasonably close to Ara.)

Harakar: I am Harakar Oken, son of Johnakar and Karlal, member of the divine Oken Family, descendant of Kadar of Arkarans. I am inhabited by the immortal Living Spirit, our merged soul infalible. I am the one true god who walks this world, he who guides the Karinians, Ald and Weer... When I say that Karinians will mine, KARINIANS WILL MINE!

(Ara is left speechless over Harakar's sudden turn. Harakar leaves Ara's office, Lightning follows.)

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