? Planet Flerantorus, shards of humanity ?

Ruk-Shator listlessly watches as Khryashch spends another 2 action points waiting.

After the wait, the grenadier doesn't notice anyone, but the weak throwing bomb that has disappeared from his pocket clearly indicates an encounter with a snow fox...

-- Damn it... The fox is worse than a ratling – the bomb is useless either way; there’s nothing to loot even from its corpse. Unlucky. Well, maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow morning, and if not, we’ll manage together in three.
Khryashch goes to sleep.