As you all stand around pondering what to do with your collection of womp rat heads, you hear a rustling in the bushes to the east. Suddenly, out pops a short but muscular looking human. He is nonchalantly carrying a large blaster pistol in one hand, and he’s wearing a very large backpack, which despite appearing to be relatively heavy, he seems to be carrying with ease.

“Well hullo there!” He says in an energetic and jovial tone. “I’m guessin’ you must be the source of all them blaster sounds I heard a few moments back. You must be ‘nother bunch of head-hunters like mahself, eh? Didja catch yourselves a nice little bounty there? Hawhawhaw!”