11-10-2016, 04:43 PM
Turrent turns his view to Wizwik and gives a lazy wave.
"Ay Kiddo, lookin' like ya know this one eh? Says she be lookin' fer her brothas. Mind up and takin' her on a trip over to the bar. Bettin' the description I got be meanin' it be the big fella in there."
He chuckles as he twists again his cheek bolt before answering Cora.
"I be fine sheila, Ain't a 'splosion I be making I can't be surviving somehow."
"Ay Kiddo, lookin' like ya know this one eh? Says she be lookin' fer her brothas. Mind up and takin' her on a trip over to the bar. Bettin' the description I got be meanin' it be the big fella in there."
He chuckles as he twists again his cheek bolt before answering Cora.
"I be fine sheila, Ain't a 'splosion I be making I can't be surviving somehow."
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)