https://youtu.be/uuCIrLc_bTY - GRAVEROBBER
The figure standing in front of the counter is far taller than any humanoid you've met before. It has to crouch down on its knees to avoid banging its head against the 10 foot ceiling. Rough estimate, that makes it at least 12 feet.
Well, 'it' isn't the right term. It would be more apt to say 'she.'
Her skin is a dark matte grey hue that's more comparable to stone or concrete than anything remotely resembling a natural skin tone. The surface of it is rough, cracked and scarred after decades surviving out here.
A pair of three inch long ivory tusks grow out of the bottom of her mouth, which causes her jaw to protrude out slightly. Her pair of neon <span class="mu-b">green</span> eyes peer down at the group, analyzing any move you might make. She messes with the
Her frame and figure is comparable to Lex's build if anything. Her torso is boxy and wide while her arms and legs are incredibly thick, too thick for any human to naturally obtain on their own. All of the muscles in her arms and legs are tensed up as if ready to unwind like a spring. In her left hand is an old shovel with a rusted over head that's about twice the size of a shovel anyone in your party would use.
A loose fur cloak is draped over her body. When she moves, you can tell that's the ONLY THING she's wearing. The only thing underneath it is...
A small matte-grey skinned girl in a fur cloak, who is huddling against the bigger Graverobber. Well, small for what must be a Graverobber, she's only a foot shorter than you are. She's holding a hunk of bloody viscera in her hands.
Ah. Your eyes are drawn to what's in front of them. The corpse of a bear with fur as white as the snow around you lays on the ground. Its stomach has been ripped brutally open by a combination of using their teeth and shovels. Steaming viscera has spilled out onto the ground, staining the snow that's gathered in the cafe bright red.
"Oј лo нјe a вac, cтpaи." The larger Graverobber snarls in a language that's similar enough to what you and Alexis know but whatever dialect it is, you've never heard it before. "Иидa. Или e ceдepaгнти."
"мaмa? Чoвeкcкyтиoм, миpшe пoзнaтo." The smaller Graverobber mumbles out. It's clear she's scared of your group by how she's huddling against her...mother(?) even closer now. "Зaтoмиeнa пopицЗштoyв, мaмa?"
"Uh." You can make out very rough impressions on what they're saying. "Family", "Smells like", "Mama", "Box", and 'Scared' for the small one. <span class="mu-b">Could they be talking about Lex? Smells like 'family' though?</span> "Alexis, got any clue?"
She's struggling to process the gibberish sounding language that faintly sounds like I-Corp's dialect. "'Hunt', 'Not for you', 'Leave', 'Harvest.' They think we're here for the bear?" Huh. That's simple enough. She must not know why you're actually here.
