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Several bulky men in execution masks and sleeveless shirts come into the bar from what smells, looks, and sounds like Mordhaus.
They leave a rather large amount of deep-freeze-weather snow suits, arctic camping gear, ice picks, snow shoes, and whatever else may be needed for a polar expedition, with a note.
For Ray Stantz. From Dethklok. Good luck out there.
The men leave while a much more thin, shorter, younger looking fellow squishes between them and through the door. Toki's got Pompeii with him and is half-wondering about the roadies being in the bar in the first place.
The roadies aren't botherable, but Toki is!
They leave a rather large amount of deep-freeze-weather snow suits, arctic camping gear, ice picks, snow shoes, and whatever else may be needed for a polar expedition, with a note.
For Ray Stantz. From Dethklok. Good luck out there.
The men leave while a much more thin, shorter, younger looking fellow squishes between them and through the door. Toki's got Pompeii with him and is half-wondering about the roadies being in the bar in the first place.
The roadies aren't botherable, but Toki is!