Colt's Introduction

    It was middle of the "day" at Dagon Equipment, as Colt was lying underneath a Ford Thunderbird, doing a minor replacement of some fuel lines for a regular of the shop. Locals knowing of Colt's habits, not many too bothered with the faint sounds of cars being worked on at the late hours of the week. With the exception of where Colt is at, for the rest of the shop being closed and locked up, so Colt paused as he heard the shop backdoor open and closed. Knowing that specific door is for "masked" as Colt likes to called them, he knew these weren't some bitter "snacks" trying to get some fast cash. Footsteps closing in on Colt as he sighs and calls out, "Now what do I owe the pleasure you visiting magic man?"


    Colt internally grins as he heard a sigh coming from Crin City's resident gun slinging mage.