The people here had given up on fulfilling their dreams, or edited them down so that they could realize them without leaving. He saw the ork family of Gahalp, the dwarven group called Brumington, and from them came a face he hadn’t seen in the flesh since he’d left prison. Not a Brumington face. Not a gypsy face at all. No, this face was the ruddy, black-bearded visage of Theodore Rica.