Runic Ciruits [II]

Lucius lazily turned around to look at who it was, his mind still playing images of all the runes he had etched over the past few hours.

"Asclepius... it's nice to see you," Lucius said lazily, regarding her with a tired nod before slowly looking toward the squad she had come with.

It seemed her team was comprised of the most massive this colony had to offer, with the smallest among them being bigger than even he was. They were a species he had never seen before, though they reminded him slightly of a more humanoid and less feral black bear.

They had come back with several carts crafted from a mixture of different types of wood. He guessed that Hannibal had probably asked one of the beaver people to craft it to his specifications. After all, it likely wasn't very difficult for them to mold wood.