02-13-2017, 03:25 PM
Wandering about in the midst of the eve smoldering away like usual, Turrent hobbles along dragging a small empty sled behind him. Spotting the lone individual in town center he makes his way over with alittle effort ,quirking his brow before speaking with a smile.
"G'day Snowball, ya lookin' like ya roight off inta a trip wit' ta chems. What's eating ya matey?"
"G'day Snowball, ya lookin' like ya roight off inta a trip wit' ta chems. What's eating ya matey?"
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)