Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170827001013/@comment-3293219-20170903213412

Zakariah approached a market stall, seeing a man, with a number of scars, carved around his bald head. He hadn't noticed them, seemingly but he seemed pretty depressed.

"That's our guy... Smuggler, likes to sit on huge stockpiles of shit, in case someone needs it." The Pyromancer explained.