Hm... what was that kid's name... His... Hers... Ah!

Oh, Herz... I left something by your little restaurant. Do feed him when he wakes up.

He's... hm.

Well not that this matters to ME, per se, but he's a good man. Good to have around anyway. That's reason enough to feed him, yes?

Good boy. Carry on.

{OOC: After this.}

[ahem]

Whomever is responsible for this...

I want my gun, my knife, and my BOOTS returned immediately.

Waking up to seasickness in a strange location is bad enough... But taking my things...?

Well it fucking guarantees whatever violence you'd hoped to prevent by taking my weapons. It's been a while since I did strictly hand-to-hand combat but I'm more ( Read more... )