Behind a plastic curtain, you see a woman hanging up her washing. Usually
there would be nothing special about this scene, but as you recognize her
worried face, you stop. Her eyes are sunken, accompanied by dark circles.
Only some wisps of her gray hair show their former color; once it must
have been a glowing red, but now it's pale. From time to time, the woman
sighs.

You step behind the curtain. "What's the trouble?" you ask politely. The
woman stops and looks at you. She waits some seconds before she answers.
"Why should I tell you?" she asks. "Would that change anything?" She seems
to ask this question to herself. Again she waits several seconds.

"Perhaps I could help" you say. You try to smile encouragingly; to inspire
confidence. "I see your good intentions" she finally says. "I will tell
you." Another sigh. "My daughter, Lassa, has disappeared during an expe-
dition. A while ago we moved here, because the Lost Outpost is some kind
of paradise for every archeologist. And Lassa is going to become a good
one; she's one of the best students of her year."

You nod. "I understand. Can you give me some more information about her?"
you ask. The woman nods and continues.
