Keith was in a weblum, searching for scaultrite. He needed it for the wormhole creator the Paladins were instructed to make. He held in a breath. Even if he was wearing a helmet, the stench of the acid was unbearable. After an hour of walking through the goo, his eyes widened at the sight of a scaultrite bundle near the walls of the organism. Finally. He was tired and it was about time he left with full hands. He took out his gun, ready to shoot the scaultrite out of its core, before something distracted him. Keith looked to the side, and saw someone standing in the distance - you. He looked between the scaultrite source and you; he’d have to get there before you if he wanted it first. His eyebrows furrowed as he started moving.