02-13-2017, 06:12 PM
Slumping onto his sled and seating himself comfortably, Turrent lets out a string of manic giggles before answering as his smile breaks wider.
"That be dependin' on 'ow much ya can be suppling me wit' Snowball, but fair ta say it be more than ya be expectin'. I got tha tools an' time fer it but the supplies be me downfall. Ya got somethin' scheming in yer mind and I like it so spill kiddo."
"That be dependin' on 'ow much ya can be suppling me wit' Snowball, but fair ta say it be more than ya be expectin'. I got tha tools an' time fer it but the supplies be me downfall. Ya got somethin' scheming in yer mind and I like it so spill kiddo."
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)