“Damn.. that looks like the same model as my old scouter.”
Bardock mumbled to himself as he would lean over to get a closer look at it. His eyes slowly admiring it as he was focused on it now. Not concerned about the fancy artwork or beautiful layout of the home.
“This must’ve-
altar, resting on a small pillow is a scouter with a broken lense. The model is very old, and worn out.—