EVE ISK-Scratching and Snuffling in the Umber Haze of Dawn

It was the morning of the twenty-fifth of the month in the district of Torsad-Laur, and the dread orb of the Amarr sun was just beginning its slow climb from the shimmering puddle of the horizon about EVE Online Isk. As soon as his cold feet hit the warmth of the platform he felt the familiar throb and whistle of the quarter as it began like a great lumbering beast to rouse it, scratching and snuffling in the umber haze of dawn about EVE Isk.

The young Minmatar passed the mudbrick walls of the terminal with its sputtering praydrones and its ragged rush of beggars, felt the dark heady breeze caress the back of his neck as the days first frying smells slithered dustborne into his nostrils. He had not missed Dam-Torsad, it was true; but now, upon returning, he had to give it its due. Few places in the universe