11-10-2016, 03:06 PM
Raising himself into a seated position, he lets out a string of giggles as he pockets his hammer and stares at the flask in his hand before shrugging and corking up the contents. His smile breaks through as he twists the bolt in his face a bit before speaking again.
"Ah ya be one o' them Jericho folk. Roight Roight, well welcome all to Ralinwood. I ain't to knowin' of folk round here yet so I won't be too useful fer finding who all yer looking for, but I'll be helpin' if I can. Can't roight let ya scamper off without a bit o' payment fer the healing. Who's ya target?"
"Ah ya be one o' them Jericho folk. Roight Roight, well welcome all to Ralinwood. I ain't to knowin' of folk round here yet so I won't be too useful fer finding who all yer looking for, but I'll be helpin' if I can. Can't roight let ya scamper off without a bit o' payment fer the healing. Who's ya target?"
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)