It was a fact that while the whole party, armed to the teeth and bristling with technology, attracted much stares...<br/>Mizrel Zhuval had most eyes on her. Almost all men had to take suprisingly long and curious look after the black-skinned D-bee, and a few women also stared but with blooming enmity.<br/><br/>In the trading post, the perky blonde haggled with Francis with an increasingly loud voice, not intimidated at all but who he was. "All the rifles will be a great asset to our defense, but i simply won't go below my prices. The rifles<em>and</em>20.000 creds is really a good offer friend."<br/><br/>The woman in black that spoke to Mizrel, saw also Stessana, Joseph and Jacques preparing for the journey and gave them a wave. "I can't just explain...!" She turns from them back to Mizrel. "Let me assist you on the way and i'll tell you then. I'll be outside the gate." She spins and runs away, looking behind herself as if fearing getting caught by some particular person.<br/><br/>Outside the gate, the way is pretty straightforward to where the rift should be. It's all flat wasteland and low hills, the kind of terrain where everything is easily spotted.