Rasmir Rom
Character
The Geneweaver settled onto the edge of Rull's Patch with a soft thud, its engines stirring up dust and spores from the cracked landing zone. Beltrix III's sky hung low and green, the air thick with the scent of damp fungus and ozone.
No welcoming party. Just a few wary glances from locals peering out from porches and stalls. A one-eyed boy watched him pass, clutching a twitching lizard by the tail. No one asked questions.
Rasmir kept his hood up and his tools close, saying nothing as he stepped off the ramp and into the slow, sticky dusk. Somewhere in this swamp-town was the creature he'd heard whispers about- a gurk that thought. Not only thought, but let itself out of its cage and even... asked for fruit? Maybe it was a hoax. Maybe not. Either way, it was worth a look- and if true, would make a fine addition to his growing menagerie.
Worst case scenario? The holoforums were wrong, again.
No welcoming party. Just a few wary glances from locals peering out from porches and stalls. A one-eyed boy watched him pass, clutching a twitching lizard by the tail. No one asked questions.
Rasmir kept his hood up and his tools close, saying nothing as he stepped off the ramp and into the slow, sticky dusk. Somewhere in this swamp-town was the creature he'd heard whispers about- a gurk that thought. Not only thought, but let itself out of its cage and even... asked for fruit? Maybe it was a hoax. Maybe not. Either way, it was worth a look- and if true, would make a fine addition to his growing menagerie.
Worst case scenario? The holoforums were wrong, again.