#26 Postby Hatoful GM » Sat Jan 26, 2019 4:08 pm
The Sith moved to the front of the line.
"Give me three of the..." he frowned, eyes narrowing, "shrimpusk skewers. Extra spicy flakes. And I mean extra. Don't half-ass it." He told the proprietor.
As far as Ares can tell, if you took the average surly teen, shaved his head, and gave him a training saber, you'd have this kid. He was a little on the thin side, and perhaps fifteen years old. His clothes seemed fresh and clean.
Coo! | Almost elegant features | Fine but understated |