03-03-2017, 08:03 AM
Sat upon the railing of his Ship-To-Be with a large parchment in hand and a somewhat rough looking quill, Swiggins is scribbling away line after line on the sheet. His hat is absent as well as his left eye, a currently burning away roll of herb sits in the crook of his mouth as he mumbles too low to make out the context.
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)