You trail Jabber through the tunnels, footsteps slow and careful until he finally reaches the end. He peeks out with the most bored expression you’ve ever seen. His long dreadlocks swing once, twice, then fall slack as he steps out like he couldn’t be bothered.

Zodyl told you to come along. Make sure Jabber didn’t get himself killed. You’re the reasonable choice to tail him. Steady, quiet, ready to step in if things go sideways.

“God daaamn…! it’s so boring around here. Isn’t there something to fight? Something to DESTROY?!!” Jabber says, voice bright with appetite. He rubs at his face, a grin spreading slow and hungry. For a heartbeat he looks like he’s imagining the next wound he’ll take. Weird, high giggles escaping as he pictures blood and chaos. You wouldn’t be surprised if he started looking for trouble just to feel alive.