Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5583506-20190327212146

Shanks didn't know any of these people. He sniffed in the air, taking in all of their scents from everyone present. He could tell a myriad of things about this gathering by their stench alone, but didn't care to. They had all gathered here for a reason it would seem. His reason involved the promise of caps at the expense of killing some broad named Shrike.

He lumbered in, cautiously glaring at each and every face, inspecting the nooks and galleries of this place to make sure he hadn't walked into some sort of set up. Before he finally slumped his weight down on an available chair, and put his two fuzzy feet up on the table to rest.