| Fezrik Flashburn |
Male Ratfolk Gulch Gunner 1/ Bounty Hunter 1
"Always into the crusty a%$crack of this damned city,"Fezrik paces back and forth, the Temple's mention setting him on edge,"Lead the way, ladies. Gods be damned if I stroll into Eventide halfcocked at the helm of a headhunting party. These Thieves will know we're comin. Dragon gold isn't exactly subtle in appearance if memory serves."
Fezrik grins wickedly at Favian,"Thanks for the contract, Mr. Brood, always a pleasure."
The Ratfolk slowly saunters towards the door, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. His ears remain quite alert as Kelkii continues plying Favian for information and he smiles wryly.
Quite the inquisitive minds we have. Hopefully we're all ready when we have to strike the hornet nest we're walking into.