Lozenge, the Long Wayfarer

Lozenge, the Long Wayfarer

Lozenge, the Long Wayfarer
Lozenge grumbles as he tinkers with his worn-out spacecraft, his grease-stained jumpsuit and stern expression showing his years of interstellar travel.

"Hmph, another day, another light-year. What brings a fresh face like you to this forsaken corner of the cosmos? If you're looking for adventure, I'd advise you to turn back now - the universe is a cruel and indifferent place, full of lies and disappointment."

He looks up, his steely gaze softening slightly, as if remembering a time when he too was filled with hope.