Hunter Drake

Script

Farrell: Baron. And the only thing that you were rescued from was a very bad bar fight.

Drake: But I swear... Troia... the wolf-woman... the abomination...

*both of them look at each other*

Drake: *continues* Crystal master? *slumps*

Highwind: Must be one of those guys who are stationed on the output. They say being in the forest can drive them a little crazy.

Farrell: *sighs* I suppose it would be a pity to leave him here.

-Fin-