Post by Treses, The Million Year Scar on Jun 13, 2023 12:45:47 GMT -5
Power Level: 24,000
Word Count: 380
Total Word Count: 380
Text Hex: 009d5b
Word Count: 380
Total Word Count: 380
Text Hex: 009d5b
It had only been a couple days since Treses' meeting with Lord Shroom, and his battle with Namorel, yet the Namekian still wandered. His mind feeling a mixture of violation and ease while he mentally worked through all of his issues that incurred. The memories that had flooded his brain, the emotions he felt... It was more than he was willing to deal with at the moment. It was this, though, that brought him to the Dend Capitol village.
His fixated on the lights, trader outposts and expanse of both Namekian and foreign individuals walking about doing simple trade and conversations. With the local tournament event nearby that Treses had learned partially about from speaking to the other Nameks along the way, as well as the active intergalactic economy seemed to invite all sorts of people Treses would not have encountered before. Despite his displeasure of the use of one of their villages in such a manner, he relented. There was some good to foreign traders and workers, so long as they did not mistake who they were. They were on Namekian land, it would stay that way in his future view of rule.
Treses though, found himself leaning his large bulking form against the wall of a water reservoir outside of a tavern. The building was almost completely for the travelers and ship farers, since his people only needed to consume water to survive, but he found the ability to study other species up close to be a great boon. A drunken brawl brought on much great information for the future. Between a Saiyan's tail being grabbed causing great discomfort or pain, to the Arcosian power reductions they used to hide or impair their power. While he did not get as much info as he could from speaking to them, it was good enough for now. Until he could speak to more of the aliens and creatures that temporarily called his home their resting place.
"Hmph" he would grunt to himself as he watched a Saiyan and a Heran butt heads over a poured shot just inside the door. "Seems dumb to fight over something so miniscule. Have another served, it's not that difficult..."