Rawrick was seated inside a Magog Motors Vehicle. To his displeasure there was nothing fancy about it, The Magog Cartel had sent Rawrick to the ends of the earth inside this cheap and extremely uncomfortable Vehicle. Clearly not much was expected from the young Glukkon however Rawrick was determined to make it big and if it had to start out in the middle of nowhere then so be it.
It had been many hours inside the cramped pod and with only a slig to occupy him Rawrick was in a most miserable mood. Taking a last drag on his modest cigarette the glum glow on the end vanished, Rawrick spat it to the floor to join the many other dirty buds that had built up over the hours.
He scowled at the Slig.... It was his last one.
Rawrick turned his thoughts back to what was to come. He was eager to meet Borik, the Glukkon was well renown and Rawrick didn't want to make a bad first impression.
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