[Night Spades] THE NEWS OF THE WORLD :: arms dealer

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Zjarr had heard of this place all but on one occasion, and he understood it to be a much smaller place than the other primary clans that dominated the Island. These Night Spades folk sure weren't around in his time, and he didn't expect to be recognized or to find an old friend here (then again, the same could be said for any group these days). Regardless, there was no point in ignoring the group altogether when potential customers could be found here, and he was a man of business and action.

Confident pawsteps led the military cap-toting Siberian husky to the plains of the uncharted lands, a place surprisingly not far from his own secluded Ignibus Forge. In the distance lay towering mountains with woodlands close by, and he figured that it wouldn't be long before he entered Night Spades' territory. He situated himself just beside their forest, reluctant to march straight into their camp uninvited and unannounced. He liked having his head attached to the rest of his body, after all. Once he found a comfortable position, the demon got to work, sliding his satchel off his muscular body and carefully spreading out his wares. He wasn't sure if these folk were aggressive or not, but if they needed a piece to defend themselves with, he sure as hell had plenty to trade.

// here is his inventory!!

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼