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[iamkrogan]

It's a beautiful day in the Nexus, and what better time for a young krogan to be out exploring? Is he looking for weapons, tasty snacks, or possibly just classic Earth literature? Who can say?

Whatever the case, Grunt doesn't seem to be finding it, but it doesn't seem to matter much. He stops and sniffs at the air, curious about the new sights, sounds, and smells here. "What is that?" he asks no one in particular, his voice deep and booming.

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[iamkrogan]

"Oh yeah, loads of 'em." He throws his arms out wide, indicating lots and lots of... whatever. "Anything's got to be tough to survive on Tuchanka. That's why the krogan have stayed."

[quiet_librarian]

"Is that the name of your species? Krogan?"

[iamkrogan]

He was already towering over her, but now he draws himself up even straighter, proud of what he is. "Damn right it is."

[quiet_librarian]

"Can you tell me about the Krogan?" Sure Dru, give him more of an excuse to brag a little.

[iamkrogan]

"Tough old warriors. Dangerous enough that the Council hobbled us with the damn genophage. The krogan are a shadow of what they once were. I was bred to show what we could be again." And that is something he's far more proud of than simple species bonds.

[quiet_librarian]

"I hope you do well with that."

[iamkrogan]

"I will. Failure is not in my nature," he boasts.