07-13-2016, 08:42 PM
Taking a moment to listen to the small explosion, Turrent cracks a smile and lets a pitched bout of light laughter out.
"Looks like dis place has an amateur with the chems, figures I finally find a place an' they go and got a short fuse."
He continues looking around and taking measurements of various areas as he explores town center with his jingling gear and the clink of his attire.
"Looks like dis place has an amateur with the chems, figures I finally find a place an' they go and got a short fuse."
He continues looking around and taking measurements of various areas as he explores town center with his jingling gear and the clink of his attire.
A Soot-coated and oddly thin human wearing a strange tattered cloak, torn pants, and a variety of pouches and containers. His pony-tail appears to be singed and he smells of blast powder and a hint of honey.
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)