It had taken time to craft his little surprise. They needed to be dried and he didn't have any actual tools so he had had to make do when grinding up the Dragon Peppers. It wasn't like the Lalafell was going anywhere. He was going to wait right here. After a while though, his efforts bore fruit. He had a fine powder that was just as hot as the spice itself. The lot of the burning dust was dumped into a couple of pieces of thick parchment with a small fire crystal in each for a little pop to tear the paper and release his dust into the air. All that was required was the right charge of aether.Â
A member of his first unit in the Flames crafted these little spice grenades. Useful things. If they hadn't been killed at Carteneau, then they might have ended up becoming a common weapon in the Flame's arsenal. The fellow was Ul'dhan like himself, so of course he was looking to start a business venture with it. Anzio didn't wish to sit around reminiscing however, even if he had nothing but time on his hands. Stuffing one of his payload into each of the pockets on the robe in a discreet corner of the camp, the Lalafell wondered around seemingly looking for other folks to trade with.Â
The locals wouldn't want him here forever. Gridanian attitudes towards outsiders had lightened some since the Calamity it seemed, but they all weren't so keen on offering warm welcomes. They're were a few other folks passing through. He kept an eye on him. Looking for business prospects to any undiscerning eye, keeping a watch for any of the Chain's goons in reality. Were there suspicious folks coming through? Sure. But none stayed long. Anzio figured they were likely criminals of some kind, or at the very least people that didn't want to be found. In that trickle of travelers, a Miqo'te came.Â
Whether they were a Seeker or a Keeper he couldn't tell because of the clothing, but neither were an uncommon sight in this region of the Shroud. Rather than move on, like the others, they stopped and rested. Casting a brief glance as he sauntered across the camp, he could tell a mask obscured the Miqo'te's face. Masks were also common in the Shroud, so there was no cause for alarm. However, when they took the mask off, Anzio nearly stopped in his tracks, and he certainly ventured a stare longer than he had intended, his emerald eyes not believing what he was seeing.Â
It looked a bit like Kahn'a. No. After a second he could tell they looked exactly like Kahn'a. He had met the Wing's executive officer before. Didn't they get captured though? He had sworn he had heard over the Flame pearl... Something was off here. Realizing he was staring like a fool, Anzio turned and walked the other direction, trying to look as casual as possible. Was this part of some trap? Had the Chains made the man cooperate somehow? Maybe he was mistaken about the Miqo'te. He didn't want to risk another glance to find out. Hugging his arms close to his rotund Lalafellin form, Anzio slipped a hand inside of his robe to clutch the grip of his gladius.
“Just be ready,†he thought to himself. Â
