DM3 had interrupted his slightly disgusting trail at the entrance of a crumbling temple on the Star Ranger’s side of the map. Along the way, Lord had had the chance of using Arlak’s axe against another couple of commandeered drones, facilitating DM3’s survival inside his frail pod.
Lord’s own survival, on the other hand, had not improved much given how Arlak remained breathing down his neck, constantly launching his spear an narrowly missing.
Now, as DM3 left at the entrance of the temple, the drones no longer pursued him, but turned their attention to Lord.
That was the right place!
Dodging the unarmed machines that tried to block his path, the bard barged into the ruined structure to find Tinker nested on a golden alien altar at the end of a long hallway. The hacker looked up, scar
