11-10-2016, 02:42 PM
"No need to up and worry ya noggin' bout it. So yer Cora? Well it be a pleasure ta meet ya. I be Turrent. If it be a bit much ya can be callin' me Krank. I know you stoney-folk be sometimes rough with the talk-words."
Turrent lays back fully relaxed and allows the first-aid, the removal of soot from his face reveals his bolted gash that looks rough but healed enough to hold. He chuckles as he looks back to the sky again.
"Ain't from 'round here are ya? All comin' by for a visit to some folk I'm guessin'?"
Turrent lays back fully relaxed and allows the first-aid, the removal of soot from his face reveals his bolted gash that looks rough but healed enough to hold. He chuckles as he looks back to the sky again.
"Ain't from 'round here are ya? All comin' by for a visit to some folk I'm guessin'?"
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)