"Junk...junk...worthless..." Lucien muttered to himself as he sifted through the pile of debris, searching for any kind of working machine parts or special metals he could trade at the weapon dealer in Wall Market.  One of the shop owners was rebuilding an old Wutaian War era tank and paid a hefty sum for spare parts for it.<br/><br/>It was a rare period of quiet from the dragon, his heightened senses dulled and allowing him some respite.  Lucien had his hood flipped back to better see what he was doing, too focused on his search to notice the man nearby having a temper tantrum, even when the twisted hunk of scrap metal sailed over the junk pile.  He did notice when it impacted the back of his head, however, the wave of amusement issuing from Bahamut explaining fully why he was suddenly behaving, souring Lucien's good mood.  "I'm fine." he said dismissively as he flipped up his hood and ensured he was concealed while the man approached, calling out apologies.  "You're an ass, you know that?" he muttered to the dragon, louder than he'd intended.