Percival Io
Missionary Man
Tatooine sand blew into the shop as Percival stepped inside. The door swiftly slid shut behind him, and he paused for a moment. His body gave a shudder as he coughed up a puff of dust that rapidly dissipated, powdering his clothes and the floor at his feet. He wiped his mouth with a grimace.
"I don't like sand."
But this did indeed look to be the place he was looking for, at least. He hadn't made any wrong turns on his way to Hado's.
"Mr. Hado?" he called out. "I am in need of your services."
hado
"I don't like sand."
But this did indeed look to be the place he was looking for, at least. He hadn't made any wrong turns on his way to Hado's.
"Mr. Hado?" he called out. "I am in need of your services."
