Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5543592-20190326230420

"That's definitely not a cook..."

Brutus wordlessly approached them, craning down from his 11-foot stance off the ground and taking them in. "This is the Shrike-Killing group, yes?" He asked.

Tanner had to crane his neck equally far to look up at the mutant. He was one of the bigger ones Tanner had ever seen, and near the end of his growth, meaning he was quite old. West coast mutants got as tall as thirteen feet.

"It is." The psyker said. "I'm Tanner." He extended a hand.