= Chapter 4: The Chosen =
Dignam looked around and eyed up the people at the bar. Only a few might be worthy candidates. Most of them hadn't seen enough action, some had seem too much action and looked too frail to be of much use. He approached the far side of the bar where he saw a slig with a yellow bandana, a distance scope above his right eye and a large square-shaped battle rifle on his back. The slig turned around and looked at Digman. "Yo", he said in that metallic voice of his. Dignam raised the corner of his mouth a little. "I'm after someone for an important mission" The slig sipped his drink and asked, "Just me? Or others too?" Dignam took a quick glance around, "At least one more. It's a risky mission"
"Hmmm" the slig said, contemplating Dignam's offer. "Well, okay. Normally I wouldn't work with them other folks, but for you I'll make an exception. Awfully far out for a baskken, aren't ya?" Dignam smiled, "Well... the world is wounded, so they say. But if I can fix it I will" The slig sighed. "Name's Cadrig, nice to meet ya"
Dignam placed his left hand near his gun as two figures approached. One of them, a mudokon spoke "We heard what you were saying, we want to tag along" Dignam eyed them suspiciously. The smaller figure was a mudokon with a large bow and several curved knives, the taller figure was a vykker, the first one he saw for the past decade. Dignam closed his eyes and thought deeply. He opened his eyes and then said, "Okay. But we leave in an hour, got it?" The two newcomers nodded. The vykker held out his hand, "I'm Scazz and this is Rolf" Dignam shook his hand. And so the party was formed
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