With a grunt he took a hold of the package opening it as he checked its contents. A ample supply of thermal clips at first glance, but Akoraan had spent to much time with the pack to simple accept it Instead he rummaged through it for a moment while one eye inspected the clips.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ho.. You'd think cause I am a krogan I cant see faults in clips now?” </span>He snorted loudly, taking out a shoddy looking clip waving it in front of the Volus merchant.<span style="color: SeaGreen"> “If I were you, I would quickly toss in something extra before I take this to the blood pack.” </span><br/>For a moment the volus hesitated, its constant gasping via its breather slowly starting to annoy Akor as he let go of a silent snarl. Just moments away of simple receiving a headbut it spoke up.<span style="color: Orange">“I got a couple of simple grenades I can add. But only as compensation, the price remains the same.” <br/>
</span><br/>Akoraan nodded in acceptance, more so because of reaching his limit of patience then thinking it was a good deal. Shoving over his final credit chips he accepts the package in return, quickly stowing away the thermal clips into his ammo belt and tossing away the faulty ones. He eyed the handful of grenades over, and cursed to himself as he noticed it was of a far older grade then what was used these days. Yet having wasted so much time on gaining some final supplies he let it go, deciding that he could always visit another time.<br/><br/>With a disgruntled sigh he keeps up his simple pace, trusting his size and the fact that he is a krogan most people would evade him. The few that did not just got bumped or pushed aside. His gaze constantly scanned his surroundings, a few times almost grabbing for his Claymore only to remember where he was and where he was not.<br/>He grunted to himself in slight displeasure as he kept searching for the mentioned warehouse. A few times he thought he had reached the place only to be told that he was not. When it happened a third time he left the person behind with a cracked nose.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Great..” </span>he finally speaks up aloud. Lost. Slowly the seconds turned into minutes as he stood still thinking on what to do. Clearly he could ask people but talking more often then not made him annoyed and bored. Eventually he let go of a deep sigh, he did need those credits badly and thus started to question people about the whereabouts of the warehouse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>