02-12-2017, 07:22 PM
"Givin' a holla to ya sky-walker are ya? It's all good matey but I be thinkin' I'll be passing on joining ya. No disrespecting and such but I ain't one fer sky-walkers or giant lizards."
Turrent rummages through his pockets before emptying a canister onto his feet and lighting it on fire freeing his feet a bit from the snow, with a manic giggle and a comical smile he turns and heads to the tavern with a hobble.
"Just glad ya ain't the sort ta be yippin' and hollerin' cuz I ain't falling in line. Catch ya later mate..."
Stopping for a moment he starts to shake and bursts out in laughter before continuing on.
"Oh I'm a roight riot, that were golden."
Turrent rummages through his pockets before emptying a canister onto his feet and lighting it on fire freeing his feet a bit from the snow, with a manic giggle and a comical smile he turns and heads to the tavern with a hobble.
"Just glad ya ain't the sort ta be yippin' and hollerin' cuz I ain't falling in line. Catch ya later mate..."
Stopping for a moment he starts to shake and bursts out in laughter before continuing on.
"Oh I'm a roight riot, that were golden."
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)