Wildstar Community Magazine Issue 1 | Page 45

Shareth snorted derisively quickly waved on his way. Shareth The heavy-set woman’s round and switched the station a few leant in the opened cab door and fingers latched the lanyard of the times before giving up on both the settled in to the faux dawngrazer- ident card; swiped it and blackened breakfast and the floating screen. pleather seating. It stank of rotted the windows. “Ya seen any of these He dressed quickly, put on his beer sweat and zesty taco’s. monsters out on the border? I guess you couldn’t say ‘f ya did coveralls and left the small treebound loft. The air was fresh and “Where to, buddy?” The had the distinct chill that worried elderly woman said in a him. Shareth feared the open bike huh?” She didn’t let croaky age-worn voice. in the cold wind and decided a cab was the best way to go this morning. “Here,” He said as officially as he could while fumbling his A yellow and red cab pulled down ident card to the cabbies hand. through the opening in the middle of town. A short merchant, on his way home from the night markets, “Just swipe this and blacken the windows, please.” tried blocking Shareth but was WildStar Community Magazine The GameOn Magazine // 45