[h2]Ty[color=Orange]ro[/color][/h2]

Tyro made his way through the maze of jumbled streets of Su-Congro. He was disappointed by the scrap he had found, a month ago perhaps he would of gotten more for it but depending on the material brought in and the amount given to be melted down, the price a Su-Congro would get for what they brought from the junk fields fluctuated at a rather constant rate. Today had ended not as great as he had hoped but he could always look forward to tomorrow. Besides with the festival a few days away, there was no point in being down. 

He sped up his step deciding that if he was done hunting for scrap he could at least look into one of the neighboring Congro sections, perhaps his favorite being that of Fe-Congro and seeing the intricate craftsman-smith of those that lived there.