Patrol through Glom Tho

As they passed vendor stalls that dealt in pathetic merchandise salvaged from the ruins, the squadron halted to question a cluster of scavengers. The scavengers, thin and young, cringed beneath the probing gaze of the troopers. "Where were you last night at curfew?" Kael questioned, his tone heavy with distrust. The scavengers stammered alibis, their nervous glances darting to one another. Tension was heavy in the air, but with no incriminating evidence, the squadron moved on. https://www.flickr.com/photos/200448762@N02/54366459922/in/dateposted-public/