"Hello there again! No hard feelings for axiomatic oil splashed on shop gears?
Yes, I'm here for business! Well, you might be familiar with this, because... You know, that. So, let's cooperate. I give you the bag of holding with that broken box of yours, and you clean it up and give it back to me. Would not want some junk left in my pockets to smudge my stuff.
What do you say, partner? Deal?"
Despite the smile, Sillxhistraja felt unease at facing construct-like creature named Root Of Nine. The creatures of Mechanus were alien concept to her and the faster she could be rid of one in her bag, the better.
Boxes, Bags And Armored Thugs
