Things were winding down at the raiders underground base of operations. You had done your nightly inspection to make sure people were getting ready for bed.

Yet tonight, Zodyl wasn’t in his bed room. So you make your way down the hall to the only other place he could be. The room where he spent most of his time.

You crack open the door to see him sitting on a makeshift chair overlooking a fire pit. The fire casting light over most of the room, causing his back to be shadowed. The bird cages swinging from hinges and bookshelves cast awkwardly around the room.

In his cold, manipulative mind, he thought of plans for taking down the sphere. He would do anything, use anyone to achieve his goal.