A group of trick or treaters wander up to Dogma and stare. "Gee mister!Your tattoo is cool! Is it real?!" One of them asks, smiling. "Mom says I can't get one until I'm older and earn it!" They hold out their bags and say "Trick or treat!"
** Dogma looks out to the lights of the small town the company is camped outside of. Several transportation ships lie about, interspersed with makeshift lodgings and unloaded supplies. It’s quite late, and even is resting. few light illuminate the area for fear of attack. **
** He glances at the children, gathering from the half full bags what they expect him to do. He ducks quickly into a large tent to see what he can give them. **
Yes, it’s real. I’m sure you’ll be able to earn one before you know it.
** He drops a thin packet of electrolyte powder into each of their bags. Surely that’s close enough. **
Alright, you kids can’t be out this far, ok? Tell your other friends it’s not safe out this way. Be careful on your way back, use your flashlights.










