Ma’tharia 0.17 (Druntzwald): Tom

You are Tom, a Mnarl Chainman from beyond Ma'tharia who crash-landed here twenty years ago. Your six-prismatic eyes scan the crowded streets of Ranscoose, the capital of Sarmak-Gol, while your mandibles remain still beneath them. The wrist-mounted Infester Rifle at your arm is an unusual sight among the city's inhabitants. The dry air of Ranscoose carries the sounds of haggling merchants and the cawing of crows overhead. As an unaligned Chainman, you've maintained your independence by taking contracts from various parties, though the stigma of your profession weighs heavily in western nations. Your current location in a crowded alley provides a vantage point to observe the city's inhabitants without drawing undue attention. From your position, you can see the imposing walls of the Legion High Camp rising above the urban sprawl. A group of Legionnaires marches past on patrol, their armor glinting in the sunlight as they shove aside any who dare block their path. The contrast between the wealth of the city's nobles and the poverty of its slaves is starkly evident in the opulent mansions that loom over the slums.