[center][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=crimson][center]Location: Rat Nest-> Carriage[/center][/color]

Satisfied with his work, Xandar turned around to join the rest of the group. He was sure there would be more of those viper rats around, but taking care of that nest was the main problem. Either they would run away with their tail between their legs, or they would group up, making them much easier to wipe out in one shot. At least it would be more exciting than sitting around the carriage all day.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, slowly blowing it out of his nose as he walked back to the group. It seemed the lot of them were having a conversation, it seemed some of them would be going into town to do some investigating, and Xandar knew right away one of those people would not be him. After all, Xandar was not one who could easily hide among a crowd. Besides, that wasn't very much his preferred style anyhow. 

[color=crimson]Well, that sounds all fine and dandy. I guess I'll just sit around and kick rocks while you guys go on vacation in town. I already burned down a whole nest of those Viper Rats, the little bastards. That could only amuse me for so long though, they die so quickly."[/color] Xandar sighed, taking the last drag of his cigarette before burning it into ashes and crushing it, letting the ashes carry themselves in the air. [color=crimson]"If things get too dreadfully boring around here I may go on a walk, so if you need anything now speak up."[/color]

Xandar yawned and stretched, leaning himself up to the side of the carriage, open and facing the rest of the group as he crossed his arms, looking about at the scenery. He would pay just enough attention to the conversation to get the gist of it, unless specifically addressed, but most of the time he would spent zoned out as his mind wandered to what they could potentially coming up on in the future. Hanging around characters like these, nothing every seemed dull for too long.