| The stranger is shorter than Vergot but of a much heavier built. |
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His originally white skin is colored a shiny brown from constant sun exposure and a
recurrent lack of cleaning. |
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His face is covered with scars, some long and slender, other small but deep, some of
them so fresh that blood is still rushing out. |
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| Across his broad back, there is a heavy machine gun, wrapped in magical symbols and
blood. |
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A huge hunting knife is strapped to his belt, and many rows of grenades adorn his
chest. |
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Patches of black leather armor are scattered throughout his body, vainly attempting to
cover the most vulnerable spots. |
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| The stranger smiles up at Vergot and extends his right hand, which is
holding a small vial of the pink and blue liquid. "Hello, foreigner, I am Bruto.
This is real good Hashmas... you want some?" |
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Vergot at first is afraid that he may be under attack. His hands quickly
move before him, attempting to offer some protection. But the stranger keeps on smiling. |
| "Don't worry foreigner, I have no intention of hurting you. It
only seemed to me that we may have something in common... like we're both searching for
something we lost... am I wrong?" |
| Vergot lets his arms drop and begins to smile. |
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"Yeah, I thought so. There's not too many.
Let's go somewhere else and talk...
and hey! Have some Hashmas... I never like to do this alone!" |
