02-13-2017, 06:20 PM
"I been hearin' talk o' it sure, sounds a roight bit wild. Guessin' ya gots an idea cooking ta be doin' something 'bout it?"
He finishes his words and brushes away some of the snow from his right leg grumbling at the creaks it quietly makes as he moves it slightly.
He finishes his words and brushes away some of the snow from his right leg grumbling at the creaks it quietly makes as he moves it slightly.
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)