SedentaryCobra
Outhouse Poet
Walker - New Eden Residential Zone
"There are some who can." Walker rasped, loping his way down the streets, eyes constantly drawn to the dead littering the streets. He made his way through the streets, vaguely wandering in the direction of the cathedral, but in a rather roundabout fashion. "Now, I appreciate you company, but, tell me, who and what are you in this fine city?" He probed.
"There are some who can." Walker rasped, loping his way down the streets, eyes constantly drawn to the dead littering the streets. He made his way through the streets, vaguely wandering in the direction of the cathedral, but in a rather roundabout fashion. "Now, I appreciate you company, but, tell me, who and what are you in this fine city?" He probed.