07-13-2016, 08:59 PM
Spotting the spear before the words spilled out, Turrent goes wide-eyed and seems to crank one of the canisters he holds and keeps a thumb on it motioning like he was ready to toss it. He listens afterwards but his eyes are now very focused on the weapon and the strange little person separately.
"Drop ya bloody poker there kiddo, I ain't a fancier to melting young folk but I'll be doing it if ya test me. Figures first place I find bigger than a ramshackle village be full of peopl all ready to poke first and ask questions never."
"Drop ya bloody poker there kiddo, I ain't a fancier to melting young folk but I'll be doing it if ya test me. Figures first place I find bigger than a ramshackle village be full of peopl all ready to poke first and ask questions never."
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)