Kobol's Legacies

Josiah glanced at the nearly empty glass, that he held in his hand. Sitting upright in the lounger, he drank down the last remnants of Ambrosia that had filled the glass.

Placing the empty glass on the small table next to the lounger, he picked up the file that lay upon his lap.

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Note: Takes place before Rest Stop

( Three good choices...who gets the job? )