11-11-2016, 12:19 AM
Finally fed up with his rambling and his constant running of recipe after recipe to himself for hours, he flips into a crouch and stands slowly. After adjusting his leg holster and stretching, he wanders off towards the forest with his hands behind his head lazily. A trail of smog from his ponytail following in his wake.
"Maybe a roight snooze'll help this bloke get his gumption to figure somethin' new....Couldn't 'urt. Plus a nip o' tea be sounding swell."
Unless stopped, he disappears into the dark of the forest line.
"Maybe a roight snooze'll help this bloke get his gumption to figure somethin' new....Couldn't 'urt. Plus a nip o' tea be sounding swell."
Unless stopped, he disappears into the dark of the forest line.
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)