Ethan a regardé le vieil homme, qui avait crié de l'aider. Ethan regarda Florence, la chercheuse de sensations fortes. Ethan a hurlé : "Tu prends les autres, je vais réparer ce satané truc." Ethan a traversé le chariot à l'intérieur de l'homme qu'il hotte, et l'a mis de côté. Il planta ses deux pieds, s'empara du vieux moteur et se lança. Le métal a donné un son hideux, puis s'est déchiré. Ethan sourit alors que le Trolley tremblait, maintenant libre de son ancrage principal. Ethan a regardé autour, nerveux maintenant.
Il entendait le Grit maintenant, grondant vers le mur, toutes sortes de sons hideux. Il s'est cogné les dents et s'est levé le souffle. "nous allons les gars!" Il a vu les autres courir vers le chariot. Les deux hommes à l'intérieur du chariot avaient l'air incroyablement nerveux. Il a froncé. "S'ils ne arrivent pas bientôt, il faut qu'on y aille. Je sais qu'on ne devrait pas les laisser, mais si on attend, on meurt tous." Il a veillé sur la ville. "Et peut-être qu'il y a encore quelqu'un en vie là-bas qui peut réparer ça."
NAME: Ethan Morrfield
ABSTRACT: Treasure Hunter and Stark Raving Mad Adventurer
DETAIL: Ethan is a born and raised lowlife, thief, scoundrel, and charmer. An on and off fugitive, he has yet to be caught (until our story that is), and is a world class expert at avoiding the law. There are, of course, perks to being such a man. Ethan has a great stash of valuables, but not the kind you sell for money. Objects enchanted with runes, rare sigils, mysterious objects from a lost time or beyond the wall. Ethan doesn't just collect treasure, he uses it. Ethan is not exactly proficient at making friends, and has vastly more enemies, some of them above the law, others...not so much. What he is good at is quick wits, women, and when it comes to it, fighting. Then again, why fight when you can just talk your way out.
MAGICAL INVENTORY: Ethan carries 5 sigils of varying strength, and has committed one other to memory. One which creates a loud sound 20 feet in the direction directed; two for varying strengths of passing short distances through solid objects; one to unlock nearly any lock; one to trip a target focused on; and the last to allow Ethan to jump to the nearest point outdoors. Ethan has only one enchanted object on his person that he finds useful, though he has a few others in his home, which he rarely uses as he finds their enchantments worthless or odd. His pistol, a relatively average lazer pistol with no fancy sightings or attachments, is enchanted to never miss, as long as he is focused on his target, it is still under the restrictions of ammo, overheating, and breaking. The runes trace along the handle of the pistol. Ethan, despite technically being a debtor, has managed to hide the pistol from the original guards who sent him up, and so much equipment is smuggled to the top that nobody looks twice when he takes it out.