🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Cartilage expectantly spends 2 action points and soon sees a stranger.

The stranger looked rather strange. He was taller than the grenadier by a couple of heads, and those fangs... however, Cartilage probably didn't know much about Vardaks.

-- Hey there. I don't remember you – what should I call you, who are you? -- Red plays with a bomb, tossing it from hand to hand – something from the oldest male rituals, when males on neutral territory try to assert their dominance without engaging in open conflict. Usually, they brag and flex their muscles – but Cartilage doesn’t seem to have any.