Iza wasn’t even in Talaz Lagaar for too long and he had already been asked to do something. He didn’t think he would be here doing this much work, but here he was. They wanted him to guard a specific area of the fabricator. He wasn’t sure what this was, but he didn’t care. It would seem like they wanted to use the fact that he looked like a clown as a way to fool people. That made a lot of sense, and he figured he would be able to do this. They were paying him for it, and that was all that mattered. It was that and the experience that came along with it.
“I needa friend.” He would say out loud.
He was sad when he said this, but he would pace around the place he was guarding. It wasn’t just that, but he would start juggling some of the balls that he had carried around wherever he had gone.
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