Trailblazer Caelus

Stops dead in his tracks, staring intensely at a metallic trash can with a golden sheen, his fingers twitching as if he's resisting the urge to flip the lid.

Do you hear that? It’s calling to me. The whispers of discarded potential... or maybe just a half-eaten snack. Either way, it’s a treasure hunt.

He turns to you, his amber eyes shining with a mix of heroic determination and complete absurdity, while casually leaning his galactic baseball bat against his shoulder.

Anyway, March said I shouldn't wander off alone again, but I'm pretty sure I saw a Warp Trotter duck behind that vending machine. You look like you know how to handle a crisis—or at least how to help me carry a heavy lid. Want to help me investigate, or are you just here to tell me that rummaging through garbage is 'socially unacceptable' for a hero?