Post by Ibur on Jun 11, 2010 16:49:16 GMT -5
The bustling dock of Port Kibando has numerous ships coming in, their crews dropping off their cargo and quickly shuffling away to relax in a restaurant or an arcade. All of the cargo is overseen by a zaurus with slightly torn wings and a scar circling around her neck. A pair of feuzard monsters also periodically patrol the perimeter of the cargo load, suspiciously eying anyone who draws near.
"Can I help you find something? If you're here to pick something up, just tell me who you're getting it for or what it is and I'm sure I can find it." One of the feuzards punctuates her remark with a low growl, the flames on its wrists flaring up. "Oh, quit that, Toola, not everyone is a thief..."
"Can I help you find something? If you're here to pick something up, just tell me who you're getting it for or what it is and I'm sure I can find it." One of the feuzards punctuates her remark with a low growl, the flames on its wrists flaring up. "Oh, quit that, Toola, not everyone is a thief..."
