11-10-2016, 04:02 PM
His smile is replaced by a small moment of panic at the chicken's attempt to peck the flask, so he raises his arm up out of its reach before heaving a sigh of relief.
"Yeah Kiddo, boom. It's what I be grand at. Ain't gonna find a bloke all ready ta rip a big ol' 'splosion better than this one. It be me job."
"Yeah Kiddo, boom. It's what I be grand at. Ain't gonna find a bloke all ready ta rip a big ol' 'splosion better than this one. It be me job."
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)


