"Out of the way. Out of the way." Vul says as he walks towards the exit of the port, brushing aside lesser beings and simply crushing underfoot anyone stupid enough to fail to comply with his wishes.
As Vul walks towards and out of the exit, he keeps a careful eye out for two things - the psychic hood he desires, and the stall he saw in the daemon's projection.
SpoilerI have no idea if I can do this here, but I'm making an Infamy test for a Psychic hood:
(1d100)[74] vs. 36 (Trade Legion Bolt Pistol and Staff)<--- Fail
Awareness test for the place we're looking for:
(1d100)[35] vs. 57