Oh please. Those scavengers who go on and on about "freedom" and "no rules"? Give me a break. Out on the Asteria Plains, where the fangs and claws are real, trust me, they know rules better than anyone.

The Wood Strays are the strangest bunch. They hole up in the Brigand-ridden dark forest, and yet they barely have a scratch on them. The Defense Corps has scoured that forest time and again. Missing children, Brigand skirmishes, all kinds of trouble. And still these folks walk out without a dent. I'm telling you, their leader must know something the rest of us don't.

Then you've got those ones at the resting post. Pretty harmless, really. By day, they hawk trinkets dug out of ruins at their rickety stalls by Andra Resting Post. By night, they either cram into the drafty huts or just roll up in blankets and sleep out under the stars. They're less scavengers and more... really bad peddlers.

And then there's the worst bunch, the Drifters. They cluster in twos or threes, tossing around grand talk like "mapping the land of Regnus with our feet," noses pointed sky-high. But you peek in their pouches and hey-just enough coin to be smug. Word is, one of them has ties to the Merchant Guild... I'd bet on it. Without a little funding from back home, I'd like to see how far they get measuring Regnus.