Sarky
Drunken master
Max:
Max was almost disappointed it wasn't a trap. He'd not been getting many gigs lately, and he had some aggression to work out. Oh well. If this Shamhat was to be believed there'd be plenty of that soon enough. He stepped onto the train and flopped into a seat, legs spread. He looked left and right, shrugged, and lit up a smoke.
"Name's Magnus. Me Da's Thor. Met him in a bar fight. He decked me. Woke up next to a magic bike."
He took a long drag of his cigarette.
"Good times, aye."
Max was almost disappointed it wasn't a trap. He'd not been getting many gigs lately, and he had some aggression to work out. Oh well. If this Shamhat was to be believed there'd be plenty of that soon enough. He stepped onto the train and flopped into a seat, legs spread. He looked left and right, shrugged, and lit up a smoke.
"Name's Magnus. Me Da's Thor. Met him in a bar fight. He decked me. Woke up next to a magic bike."
He took a long drag of his cigarette.
"Good times, aye."