A lone Bounty Hunter, wearing a Blood Dragon Armor, sat quietly by him, with a cool refreshing drink on the table. Inside the mask, his eyes were closed. Hondor Lore, was focusing on the surrounding news of events that have spread like wild fire. "<span style="font-style: italic">Genophage is being cured....and more news of the Reaper Invasion...."</span>Hondor Lore thought deep within his subconsious mind. The Bounty Hunter smirked inside his mask and leaned forward, his eyes opened. "<span style="font-style: italic">As long as someone pays me well, I couldn't care less..."</span>