08-24-2017, 12:59 PM
He scratches at his face with a gloved right hand and shrugs.
"Ain't much this bloke can be doin' wit a idol other than riggin' it with 'splosions so I be clear of 'em. You be takin' care durin' ya stint away. Ol' Turrent gonna miss ya."
He sighs a chilled breath before giving her a thumbs up and returns to the forest edge continuing to rest against a tree.
"Ain't much this bloke can be doin' wit a idol other than riggin' it with 'splosions so I be clear of 'em. You be takin' care durin' ya stint away. Ol' Turrent gonna miss ya."
He sighs a chilled breath before giving her a thumbs up and returns to the forest edge continuing to rest against a tree.
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)