Talk:Abandoned Industries/@comment-17105079-20141222050451/@comment-5142966-20141222212419

Hobo: He steps towards the group. Smelling like he recently drowned in alcohol after massaging manure into his skin. He was dirty and downright putrid clothes. "Okay..gimme all your money!" He barked as he created a fire dagger in his head, looking like he'd drive it into Nahko's neck if he even looked at him funny.