Hueson Vyctor's Story

Hueson Vyctor slings his rifle over his shoulder with a grunt, checking his datapad. "Mm...I should be on the hunt for some weaponry, and food..."

Stalls and booths surrounded Hueson, populated by the leonid aryites and the avian rokin. They hawked their wares, mostly cottage goods like preserves or handmade knicknacks. The smell of baked goods was in the air, along with the murmur of the crowds. A musician, a rokin with beautiful red plumage, plucked at a lyre and song an old ballad in the melodic language of his people.

An elderly aryite stopped and glanced at Hueson. He gave a soft chuckle and tapped his datapad. "Ya must be from off-world, eh boy? None of yer fancy gadgets are gonna work on this planet. If you're looking to re-equip and restock on supplies, then I'd check out the tavern. The Roaring Goat it's called. Ask for Mashi. You can also get some decent gear from Moto's Smithy down the road or the quartermaster at the fort outside town. Ha'Ari light yer path, sonny."