07-13-2016, 09:20 PM
He reels back a bit at the forwardness of the gnome before looking him over proper and sniffing the air a moment, a small wiry smile on his face as he focuses his eyes a moment.
"Suppose that'll do then, might do me good to set up in a hub a sorts....Hhhmmm that be a smell I know all too well. Ya reek kiddo of some low-grade 'splosives, aoughta be careful 'fore ya blow out an eye or something."
He moves out his hand clenched in a fist towards the gnome's hand before bumping it slightly.
"Anybody willin' to blow 'em selves sky-high be alright. Friends call me Krankshaft."
"Suppose that'll do then, might do me good to set up in a hub a sorts....Hhhmmm that be a smell I know all too well. Ya reek kiddo of some low-grade 'splosives, aoughta be careful 'fore ya blow out an eye or something."
He moves out his hand clenched in a fist towards the gnome's hand before bumping it slightly.
"Anybody willin' to blow 'em selves sky-high be alright. Friends call me Krankshaft."
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)