Treasure huntin's a good job mate. Challenging work, outta doors. You guarantee you won't go hungry, because at the end of the day, as long as there are two people left on Alternia, someone's gonna want someone else's stuff.
Which is exactly why you are now skulking through some highblood's hive, backpack ready and fingers sticky, just looking for something truly worth nabbing. Danger? What danger. You eat danger and defecate war. And you've also already made peace with the fact that you're on Alternia and probably not going to survive for long as an alien.
Might as well go out in a fun way, eh?
You hear footsteps from a corridor just in front of you, and freeze. Damn, you thought this fucker would be gone until the day came. You rapidly chuck your backpack filled with goodies in your trusty captchalogue, and lack the time to do anything else as the seadweller in question comes into view, looking rather groggy, like he's just woken up.
<font color=6a006a> Eridan: "hello"</font> he says, with a distinctly tired voice.
After a few seconds, his eyes widen as he realises you are NOT supposed to be here, in his humble hive.
