09-26-2016, 05:14 PM
Struggling at a snail's pace of a walk by the cabins with a large barrel upon his back, Turrent spots the pair, looks to the land around them, and with a chortle greets them with a strain to his voice.
"Ay ya lot, lookin' like ya gots yer self a bit o' site goings-on there fella. Recognize tha' there pattern o' the walking. You buildin' sumthin' big like?"
His soot-washed face quirks a brow with a comical smile.
"Ay ya lot, lookin' like ya gots yer self a bit o' site goings-on there fella. Recognize tha' there pattern o' the walking. You buildin' sumthin' big like?"
His soot-washed face quirks a brow with a comical smile.
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)