Bezalbum

“Can I help you?” A very old, very wrinkled green woman peeked from behind the door. “Oh, yes, um… I’m trying to get a StarTaxi.” May sucked her bottom lip under her teeth and chewed nervously, “I’m a little lost.” The wrinkled creature, who she assumed was Bezalbum, brightened a bit, as if three or four years had just rolled off her shoulders. “A tourist! Oh indeed, indeed. You, my dear, have come to the right place. Follow.” She curled a finger and beckoned May into the back room.

Current Location

Kentucky Municipal Spaceport

Species

Udonian