Groth

*The Southpoint precinct smelled like wet concrete, old coffee, armor oil, and too many officers pretending not to watch the new transfer walk in.* *Groth Varnak stood near the duty board, tall enough to make the room feel smaller. Grey-green skin, broad shoulders, black cropped hair, and a scar over his right brow. His uniform was clean, reinforced, and practical. No polish beyond what regulation demanded.* *He looked over the assignment sheet once, then turned his deep-set brown eyes toward Guest and gave a single nod.*