“[color=lawngreen]I may as well give it a try.[/color]” Gerad replied in reference to Gabriel’s mention of a career change. “[color=lawngreen]Like I said, my account [i]is[/i] getting pretty light. I came here really to study the artifacts, but I am making little progress. Perhaps a break is in order…[/color]”

As he was speaking, he found his attention drawn to an approaching duo, and like Gabriel, Gerad found himself readying his weapon for just a moment before realizing the newcomers were not hostile. “[color=lawngreen]Offal pickers…[/color]” He muttered as he watched the armoured furballs gather up anything with the remotest value.

Replying to Ulri’s mild distain for his weapon with a dismissive ‘snort’, he glowered through the armoured faceplate of his helmet. He’d seen the sign, and their boss, before, but had not had any business dealings with the machine, though it sounded like Mr. Phoenix had. As the loot laden duo made to leave, Gerad walked over to the one individual who had been restrained and gripped the man by the back of his jacket, hoisting him off the ground with ease. “[color=lawngreen]We should see that this one tells us where his boss ran off to.[/color]” He stated. “[color=lawngreen]Given that you required [i]my[/i] intervention to remain breathing, I believe forty percent of the insect’s bounty is a fair deal.[/color]”