You see an Arcturian lazily standing about.                                                                                                                                                                                                                    "Hmm? Grizbon."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "Hmm? Oh, I dodder about." He doesn't seem too talkative.                                                                                                                                                                                                      "Oh, that. I couldn't find a good cutter, so I ditched it in northwest          Moreatis Fossae."                                                                                                                                                              "Oh, that. I couldn't find a good cutter, so I ditched it in northwest          Moreatis Fossae."                                                                                                                                                              "Ok."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          