09-26-2016, 05:42 PM
Huffing a breath before gently lowering the barrel to the ground, Turrent wipes at his brow with a cloth he fishes out of his pocket managing to just spread more soot across his face. His voice perks up without the strain of the barrel upon him.
"Ain't a worry there Mate, it'll lighten up once I gets it purified an' runnin'. Ta real bounty 'ere be tha' ya gonna build yer self a Church. If ya gots a need fer a spot o' land in particular let ol' Turrent know. I can clear 'er roight up lickity split like."
"Ain't a worry there Mate, it'll lighten up once I gets it purified an' runnin'. Ta real bounty 'ere be tha' ya gonna build yer self a Church. If ya gots a need fer a spot o' land in particular let ol' Turrent know. I can clear 'er roight up lickity split like."
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)