I know it's a mouthful to say something like that, but I think I'm in love with the artstyle.
I did intend to ask if there will be a lot of locations and whether there will be any kind of interaction with the queen. But after seeing the update on the blog, no need to ask that kind of questions...
Sarlos Wyrd
"Thank you. I'll see you soon" With this he left the Club... for now. Going through the streets and followin the instruction, Sarlos examined his clothes... He might have sold them for a coin or two. But still, it was something of a pain to him. That was his favorite suit after...
Sarlos Wyrd
" I see... Well, I guess it's unreasonable to ask for the credit, I suppose. So tell me, do you have someone who works with giving the money those in need for time being, or a pawnshop of sort?"
Sarlos Wyrd
"Well, I'm not sure... I was wondering if me and my friend could have a rest in your establisment for, say... a few days? And how much will it cost?"
Sarlos Wyrd
Feeling that the rules of behaving oneself were the same as in his world, Sarlos went to the front desk.
"Good day to you. A fine establishment you've got here..."
Sarlos Wyrd
"Club, they say. Not the most indicative name..." With whispering something "don't mind me", the wolfdog entered the establishment... or at least, would try to...
Sarlos Wyrd
Knowing that they really needed a rest as well as a place that they could call a safehaven, of the quite sorts where no one would ask any questions. Sarlos decided to visit what he thought a wealthy section.In his intent he also had the idea to see how the reachiest people of this...
Sarlos Wyrd
"Well, it looks like they had a liking of you. If you get us that easily in the city than I guess you'll have more chance with gathering information. I'll try to find a place where we could collect our thoughts"
Sarlos toched the edges of his hat as a greeting... That until he remembered, that he actualy lost his hat during an explosion. "You must forgive us, but we are kind of lost here. I don't want to bore you with explanations, suffice it to say, that we are not common with the surroundings"
Sarlos Wyrd
"Surely you won't..." But unfortunately Sarlos didn't had a cgance to end his sentence into the Dominik's ear "... waltz to their front doors *sigh* Fine then..." With this Sarlos tries to stick to the shadows reading the bottle with literal fire water, just in case
Sarlos Wyrd
"Well, if that Venice have anything familiar with the Venice I've heard of, than mabe it's not a bad choice of destination. Though I'm what concerned about it's reach. 10 miles? In all seriousness?"
Sarlos Wyrd
"Well, so much for 'creaping on our baks' " Sarlos gave a room another glimps in case if they've missed something, after which he joined the feine "Might I suggest to slow down a little? We are in position as ending just like that poor bastard down there?"
Sarlos Wyrd
"Not really my style" Sarlos murmured weighting te bottle in his paw "But I'll guess it suffice for now... And since you are the one with a big gun than I suppose, byall means, lead the way..."
Sarlos Wyrd
"What ever it was..." Sarlos noticed accepting the felin's suit "It made a short work of it. And those gunholes... I take it someone in this place knows how to opeare a firearm. Are you sure it wise? Creatures like this can't be put down easily"
Sarlos Wyrd
"Well, if you put it thay way," Sarlos inhale deeply thae stall air of a tunell, as if trying to understand the surrounding threw the scent "I guess, it's not worse than any other. Dominik, was it?" With this Wyrd joined the lion
Sarols Wyrd
For once, Sarlos knew how does the scrambled egg felt like. He had scatered memmories of a place he has just been, but he remembered the feelings about the place he saw - admiration and terror. But this tunell... well, all it gave Sarlos was a feeling of unease.
"First of, just...
Name: Sarlos Wyrd
Age: 27
Species : Canine (Wolfdog)
Description of personality: Self-collected, Curious, Adventurers, Old-fashioned, Inquisitive
History: The second son of Richard Wyrd and the third in the line of inheritance of the Wyrd Manufacture's capitals. As a third child of a...