11-10-2016, 02:10 PM
Turrent turns his view at the sudden voice still in a jovial chuckle, he smiles as best he can before coughing out a bit more smog from his lungs and answering.
"Well ye be a new sight, I be all aces sheila. 'Course tha' be up to interpretation seein' as me whole self be fried up roight."
(5 Body down)
He raises his hand with the hammer in it and gives a half-hearted thumbs up sign.
"Better question lass be, who is ya?"
"Well ye be a new sight, I be all aces sheila. 'Course tha' be up to interpretation seein' as me whole self be fried up roight."
(5 Body down)
He raises his hand with the hammer in it and gives a half-hearted thumbs up sign.
"Better question lass be, who is ya?"
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)