“… And how long do you want your items to be kept in storage, ser?”
“Um… indefinitely.”
“So you are aware, there is a one week time fee when it comes to removing storage if you do not set a time.”
“That’s fine.”
“What about your current housing unit, ser?”
“I won’t be needing it.”
“Very well. We’ll free it up. Due to current accommodation levels, you might not get the same hom-”
“That’s fine. I won’t need it.”
“Very well, ser. Your belongings will be placed in storage until you inform us to release them. A code will be sent to your personal device to confirm this. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, that’s everything. Thank you.”
“Thank you. Have a nice day.”
Kayen turned off his communicator and sighed. He didn’t want to have to put all his belongings into storage but since he wasn’t living at home any more, there wasn’t much else he could do. Someone else could have used that house. Still, it hurt a little. He’d been living there for a few years, it wasn’t the greatest place but Kayen liked it.
With a deep breath, Kayen tried to think of some positives. He was living out in Palaestra now. A pretty place where lots of beings wanted to live. It was multicultural. It was different. New. Refreshing. That sort of thing. He had a somewhat valuable skill that he could make money from. Since he was living outside of Skyavok territories and was no longer relying on Skyan services, he only had to pay 50%% tax. And he could have that super nice Ksithan ice cream every day if he wanted to.
None of that helped. The reason why Kayen was putting all his belongings into storage was because he’d been given a new job by a god and probably wouldn’t be around for a while. Of course he couldn’t put that on his tax forms or use that as an excuse as to why he still needed his accommodation, but that was the reality of his situation and Kayen needed to get these things sorted before he started his god-given adventure.
“You alright?”
Phovos’s voice made Kayen jump. That taught him a lesson about doing personal things at work.
“Not really, no.”
“I thought you were taking the weekend and Monday off.”
“Can’t.”
Phovos tutted. “You were kidnapped and nearly drowned. Again. Why the fuck are you here?”
“I have things to do. Things to put away and give up.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Kayen rubbed his eyes, preparing for the stupidity of what he was about to say. “Because that Goddess that looks like you asked me to go and find Arkadin, because Arkadin disappeared.”
“He disappeared?”
“Apparently. Not even the Goddess Kinisis knows where he is.”
“And you’re going to go and find him?”
“Yes.”
“On your own?”
Kayen sighed. “Yes.”
Phovos shook her head, then immediately grabbed Kayen by the arm and dragged him into the other room where Kohra and Timik were both sitting.
“Hey, you two idiots, Kayen’s got a problem and he needs our help!” Phovos demanded, sticking Kayen in front of her. “Kayen, tell the two idiots what you just told me.”
Kayen hesitated and glanced awkwardly at Phovos.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“But…”
“No buts!”
“Fine…” Kayen relented. “While I was recovering in bed the other day, Kinisis asked me to help her find Arkadin, as the God of Death has gone missing.”
“And?”
“And… I need your help.”
Phovos smiled. “Thank you. Kohra, Timik, you two want to go on an adventure?”
Timik and Kohra looked at each other and shrugged.
“Yeah, sure!” Kohra beamed. “Just let us finish our drinks first.”