Vrix looked about, sniffing at the air for additional information. Finally, a place that felt a bit more normal, and not so…exposed. The warren walls were close in, and the dim lighting offered opportunities to hide if needed.
Overall, scrap wall was a complete dump, and Vrix felt at home. Just clans perpetually battling to be on top. So much more honest this way.
Plus, this was clearly home to rat folk. Vic would at least be able to eat normally again. Top worlds food was strange, even if it was filling. Finally, proper skewers of meat held over a fire. Finally vegetable paste.
It didn’t hurt to have attractive females around either…