Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Bronn
"Thank the five goddamn gears of Clockswalk, time to ge' out of this lodge! Not that I don' like it, not at all. But...I've been cooped up for days! I need to get out, walk, by God, I want to hit something! Or at least get blind drunk of featherberry wine again." Bronn slaps his cliffside stomach and offers a hand to the nearest of the group, all slate hands and flint fingernails. "Bronn's the name, as old Silent as the Grave said!"
The Ogre is of average height, oddly enough, his skin looks human enough, if carved out of granite.
"Thank the five goddamn gears of Clockswalk, time to ge' out of this lodge! Not that I don' like it, not at all. But...I've been cooped up for days! I need to get out, walk, by God, I want to hit something! Or at least get blind drunk of featherberry wine again." Bronn slaps his cliffside stomach and offers a hand to the nearest of the group, all slate hands and flint fingernails. "Bronn's the name, as old Silent as the Grave said!"
The Ogre is of average height, oddly enough, his skin looks human enough, if carved out of granite.