Krutt charges the inquisitor (if close enough) and tries to punch him right across the jaw.
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Krutt runs up and tries to hit whichever is closest.
Krutt rolls his eyes but chuckles under his breath. It'd been a while since he was on the force and he'd forgotten how much he missed it. But this band - we so obviously look out of place that we might actually arouse less suspicion. But he snaps himself out of his nostalgia. There was work to do, and he would need to have his senses keen.
Krutt mimes tipping a hat to Rrath, then addresses the rest, ”I’m Krutt. Used to be part of the Watch, a detective in fact, but that turned sour a while ago and quite a ways away. Now, well, I make a living getting punched a lot and punching back a bit.”
Krutt strode down the street wishing he had learned how to tell time. If he hadn’t slept through his last fight, he might not have to seek out this tiefling searching for adventurers. But he was good at hitting things and even better at getting hit, so maybe he could earn a bit of coin to tide him over until he could find some paying fights. He didn’t want to drop back down alley brawls again, but he’d been kicked out of the decent rings for being so unreliable. After all, how much harder could it be adventuring compared to getting punched in the head for money? He’d seen these “adventuring” types before, and half of them looked like a stiff wind would knock ‘em over. Sure, they’d have magic or something, but Krutt never trusted that. Worst case, this wouldn’t pan out and he’d skip town with his last few coins and work his way up the fight clubs in another city. He wasn’t sure how many towns he had passed through since he went on the run when “they” took over, and trashed his sleepy village and ran him off the Watch. He wasn’t even sure what community this was, so he’d have no problem leaving it. Well, worst case he could wind up as dragon crap or something. But he could live with that. He chuckled to himself at the unintended pun and kept moving. Always moving, getting away from his past, from them. He’d keep runnng until he was in the grave. Too bad his legs were getting tired. With that he entered the tavern and could easily spot the motley group even before he saw the tiefling. Being a half orc, he was rather large, although maybe more broad for his race than tall. His clothes were clearly worn often. Not the tattered rags of a pauper, but clearly someone who didn’t much bother with appearances, or bathing often. He spit on his hand and slicked back his black hair, with a few small grey streaks showing through. His hands were wrapped like a boxer’s, although from the color, obviously not wrapped recently. Approaching the table, he hears some of the offer. He spins a chair around backwards and sits, resting his arms on the chair back. ”I wasn’t late, was I? Krutt is my name, but you might’ve heard of me by my fightin’ name - Coaltongue. So you need us to do some.. Uh... cleaning out then of “rats”? Sounds good to me.”
Here is Krutt, Ken's pugilist. It is repurposing another alias that I never got to use, so I have to double check that I got everything updated. I do have to head out some today, but I will catch up on the Gameplay thread and post tonight. |