----Venus POV----
"I said, let my feet go! Are you deaf?" Mercuria said angrily, freeing her feet from the unknown stranger.
It's so inconvenient not to have any lights for our own use. I can't see what I want to see, not even my own face.
Boink!
Crash!
"I think you knocked the poor thing out, Mercuria." I said sympathetically, hoping that didn't kill the owner of the voice.
Looking in that direction, I found that there were two people who are unconscious for some unknown reason we don't know.
Status Update
Name: Pozse
Primary Gender: Male
Secondary Gender: None
Race: Bulkan
Age: 150 years old
Ability: Heating, Hammering and Forging Metal
Occupation: Weapon Maker, Smith
Skill: imbue weapons with the element fire
Emotional Health: Hopeful
Physical Health: Hungry, Thirsty, Weakness, Cuts
Mother: Asbok
Father: Siklab