Snippet #2507626

Connor continued his heavily slouched walk, listening to the lions words as he did so. "Why would I need t' keep an eye on me pocke's? I don' even 'ave any." He spoke, seemingly irritated. Well, he was quite irritated at the past events with the OP metal guy. But that's nothing needed, it's best to steer clear of OP guys.

It wasn't long until Connor and the lion man reached one of the worker lifts, joining a group of the depressive workers in one of the decomposing metal lifts. "Well, we finally ge' t' find ma par'ner. 'opefully Lord Payemyndii will be around." He sighed, not caring about what he says near the workers. It's not like they have time to say or do anything that isn't to do with their jobs.

"Maybe dis is why Lord Payemyndii pu' 'is eyes on dis place. Dese guys seem loyal and 'ardworkin'. An' dis place is perfec' fer de clan t' se'le."

Sadly, as the two were speaking. Lord Payemyndii was in the main clan ship orbiting Misrana. Raging at the fact that he cannot bring the ship down to the port as it was too big.
It won't be long until he arrives in one of the smaller drop ships.