Wanderers hear a lot of whispers if they knew where to listen. Traveling the shipping lanes and handling smugglers trafficking sentient beings, it was pretty easy for Param to pick up on the rumors of attacks against villages, hunting parties, fishing parties, and attacks in general on Naos III. Something was brutalizing the locals, and even the non-locals looking to hunt or capture whatever was doing it. Every attack left a few bodies missing the would never be found. It was that fact that had drawn Param.
With her dyed brown hair fixed into a braided crown, and a white beanie over it, the only thing giving her away as echani was the echani war sword on her left hip, and her silver eyes that searched the frozen river for any signs of movement. The hood of her grey poncho was thrown over her head, and the black thermal shirt and tight brown leather trousers were covered in the snow that covered most of the moon. What wasn't snow, was ice, and Param had to admit- she really hated the cold. It reminded her of Gemini and the... monstrosity he had become on Eshan. An era she wished to forget entirely, but knew she never could.
A couple of days on this moon was all it took for Param to hate it. Almost everyone lived in a small habitable zone, and the ones that ventured out this far always ended up dead. Something that could possibly happen to Param if she didn't keep her wits about her. She pulled her poncho tighter around herself, feeling no warmer by the act but hopefully a second or two she would feel it. Even pulled tightly around her, it still hid her daggers and the medium blaster pistol holstered on her right thigh well.
Through the glaring snow and ice, a small dark speck caught Param's eyes. Even as Param drew closer the snow that buried dark spot hid what it really was. It wasn't until she was practically on top of it that she realized it was a cabin, half buried in snow. Then there was another, and another. A village, the only place not snow covered was the fire pit in the center. Bodies in shattered leathers and blood matted furs were strewn about. Param frowned as she hopped down from the top of the cabin, taking her steps carefully toward the fire pit that looked like it hadn't been lit in a couple of days.
@Sreeya