02-13-2017, 06:35 PM
Turrent's eyes narrow but his smile reaches psychotic levels of glee as he looks to Riven, a line of giggles still coming through.
"Tha be somethin' I can get behind, all I be needin' is supplies. Me stock been dwindling so if ya lot wanna make it so ya can be dealin' with this thing in a swoop o' sorts then get me a stock. I'll get ya a roight perfect combo ta turn 'er ta cinders ya could be smokin'. Gonna need a ripe amount ta do so though so as much as ya can be doin' be grand. Sound aces ta ya Snowball?"
He pulls out a vial of powder and devours some with a small crackle and plumes of smog flowing from his nose and his smile.
"Tha be somethin' I can get behind, all I be needin' is supplies. Me stock been dwindling so if ya lot wanna make it so ya can be dealin' with this thing in a swoop o' sorts then get me a stock. I'll get ya a roight perfect combo ta turn 'er ta cinders ya could be smokin'. Gonna need a ripe amount ta do so though so as much as ya can be doin' be grand. Sound aces ta ya Snowball?"
He pulls out a vial of powder and devours some with a small crackle and plumes of smog flowing from his nose and his smile.
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)