Rodan the Scrounger casts a watchful gaze around Little Dust, anxiously feeling the stares of the locals. His wild Zhermish instincts warn him that something is untowards and perhaps his present company has attracted too much attention. He keeps both his hood and his guard up, and assumes a low profile.He'll subtly insinuate himself into earshot of any traffickers of arms, listening for rumors of Earth Man weapons, or weapons of the Ancients.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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