10-02-2015, 08:19 PM
A small gust of wind passes by Mardak and threatens to take the last shred of pride from the Cowboy Hexblade. His hand darts out and snags his hat, putting it back on his head. "Fuck you wind!" He snarls and spits.
"Dem skeeters are big in this here country." The almost skeletal Hexblade points out the three fist sized holes in his body. "I would hate to see a bird." He chuckles which causes him to wince. "Where's my darlin?" He looks up and sees his black eyed beauty. His attention turns to the Gnome "You saved my hide. What do I owe you?"
"Dem skeeters are big in this here country." The almost skeletal Hexblade points out the three fist sized holes in his body. "I would hate to see a bird." He chuckles which causes him to wince. "Where's my darlin?" He looks up and sees his black eyed beauty. His attention turns to the Gnome "You saved my hide. What do I owe you?"
