"He was a tall man, spindly rather than bulky, and scars coated his face thickly, taking up more space than clean skin. Salt, they called him, because of the bitter aura he exhuded. She'd heard he'd gotten a scarred face for sleeping with the village elder's wife, and had a voracious appetite for spilling blood ever since. Bandits were the only sort that would take him in. "
Congratulations Killi, you are our 100th page poster. Your prize is a trip to some place you wanted to go. All you need to do is give us your credit card number :3.
Dude... Or dudette if you prefer... are phenomenal. I would have drawn a stick figure... with curly long hair, and a smile. Lol Sidebar.... I think we are great at giving bandits personality! eh @Killigrew? Lol