[CupcakeDolly]

Orel grinned at the newcomer, both at his appearance and out of friendliness. "Welcome to Limbus, stranger. Both ya'll follow me, it's just over here."

"Just over here" happened to be about half a mile away from where Vera had landed. It was an unassuming structure comprised of a shaded warehouse and a large dock for accomodating anything as large as a cargo ship. Outside of the building, a man stood with a scowl on his face and watched a vanship driving away, leaving unwanted cargo and a trail of dust. The large man turned to a smaller, oriental worker (a quiet man known only as 'Beetle') who'd set about loading their new cargo onto a forklift. "I know that says 'struts,' but it ain't. Set it aside from the rest." He saw Orel returning with fresh prey and the man tensed, cracked his neck, then worked up a half-smile and walked up to greet them.

"Orel, get your ass over t' helping Beetle with that cargo. Gentlemen!" He addressed the scarred man and the freak with the colored hair. The former seemed familiar somehow, though he couldn't place why, and was obviously the easier mark. The latter, however strange he looked in appearance, seemed sharper than his companion. "I'm Julius Maleady, The Tradesman." He said the title in a way that emphasized its capitalization. Julius was a well-built, muscular man. He could have been handsome if his face had not been ruined by what must have been several sharp and heavy objects. He carried himself and spoke in a way that asserted his dominance and control, and promised pain and suffering should anyone choose to ignore either. However, his words were warm and welcoming when he spoke, perhaps even genuinely so. "What can I help you folks with?"