Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
HOUND
The Chopper
Hound grunts, jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards a thin plume of smoke in the waste.
"Slavers were comin' down on you. Decided to dissuade them."
The Chopper
Hound grunts, jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards a thin plume of smoke in the waste.
"Slavers were comin' down on you. Decided to dissuade them."