🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Greedy hands of Grunt successfully (almost failing the check) reach into Saaron's pocket. "Ah! There’s just some low-quality junk. It doesn't justify its price," the young man said irritably, waving his hand. "I don't want to deal with them. I'd rather order from random craftsmen than these profiteers who try to get rich at others' expense." **Supplies** x1