a low-life like me." and off to your right you see a dwarf almost totally camouflaged in the surrounding gloom. The presence of bright lights - the creators of such sharp shadows - makes it hard to make out his silhouette, so you're not really sure where he ends and the rooftop detritus begins. (Yes, *both* of you begin to make out his figure at the same time.) Looking for Goblins, Werewolves, Vampires, and Ghouls? Strange place to seek 'em, for sure!" He chuckles, stroking his sparse beard with his left hand for a second, looking thoughtfully in your direction. You just make out an interesting-looking heavily-modified submachinegun in his right. "Can't say I know much about teleportation - I always thought it was impossible. But hey, if this friend of yours can do it, great on him!" As your eyes continue to adjust to the heavily distressed surroundings you are able to "pick out" whoever this is from the nearly encompassing surroundings. Based on all of the fetishes and stuff hanging off of him, you suspect that this might be one of those Street Shamans you've heard tell about. Nobody said anything about them carrying what amounts to heavy weapons in the field, but then again nobody ever said anything about teleportation, either, and you've witnessed that yourself, so maybe your reality view is in need of an update...
"So you guys are hunting the bugaboos out here," he continues, "What good can come of that? And whose side do you think you're on, anyway?" |
