(IC) Wolfrom hangs his ancient battle torn cape on the hunters dagger thrown into the stellar wall chart in the vanguard bar and grill. A bar maid brings a cold one to him and she say, "its on the house". Wolfrom sits on the couch and takes out this ancient Hand Cannon and turning it over to inspecting the ancient runes. "Feed me, feed me light", quietly it says..... This gun seethes with dark energies of the 1000 dead Hive and it still wants more power. Light power. Guardian power. It wants to feed off of dead guardians light in the crucible. Wolfrom holds his old Russian rifle and remembers the final day. Directing traffic to the departure point for the great exit. The flash and then being woke up by this ghost. I to am like a undead, not unlike this Hand Cannon needing light. Does this make me evil as this weapon wanting to feast off of the light of defeat guardians. Wolfrom takes another drink, it goes down cold. Hmm... Wolfrom thinks quietly. This weapon is evil that seeks power, as I seek revenge and there for I am good. He takes another drink wail inspecting this ancient weapon.