07-13-2016, 09:12 PM
"Safe or not ain't the question 'ere kiddo, ya had a poker in yer mitts and spooked the shite outta me. For all I know ya could be some ragabout just waiting to shiv me so gots to be sure ya don't got a weapon in hand 'fore we do anything close to chatting."
Following the movements of the spear being put away, Turrent slides a thumb over his canister that was twisted and reverses the twist carefully with a click at the end before reattaching the containers to his person slowly. His form still hunched over and his eyes peering around as he speaks a small bit calmer.
"Right now that that's all up and done wit...This be Ralinwood? Well shit I went real far then, guess I lost me track at some point. Fuck it, might as well count me chems that I found something decently set up. Listen kiddo, this town alright?"
He motions his hand as he talks towards the surrounding area with a curious twinge.
Following the movements of the spear being put away, Turrent slides a thumb over his canister that was twisted and reverses the twist carefully with a click at the end before reattaching the containers to his person slowly. His form still hunched over and his eyes peering around as he speaks a small bit calmer.
"Right now that that's all up and done wit...This be Ralinwood? Well shit I went real far then, guess I lost me track at some point. Fuck it, might as well count me chems that I found something decently set up. Listen kiddo, this town alright?"
He motions his hand as he talks towards the surrounding area with a curious twinge.
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)