At first, the group had been apprehensive as they went deeper into the underground. But the deeper they went, the more they perceived the differences between this place and the one that imprisoned them.
The Colosseum's underground was an area under constant surveillance, their eternal jail and prison. The junkyard was the exact opposite of that, it was a place to be outside of the eyes of those that would hunt them.
There were all types of people there, looking around vendors, and seeing various products made by the scrappers. There was a levity in the air that made the group feel like, ironically enough, they could breathe better.
No one was even paying attention to them besides some scrappers.
Compared to their previous experiences in an underground area this was relieving.
"You said you are looking for a ship, but what type?"
When they entered the vending area the scrapper that had been guiding them finally showed himself.
