Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Sky"]
Noah sighed as he took a seat in the bar, he had just come back from a mission evident from the cut covered with a bandage on his cheek, needless to say, you never attack a Graug in hand to hand combat, well that is unless your a six and a half foot tall and built like a wookiee, like Noah was, minus the hair. Sighing once more, Noah reached down and took a swig of Corellian whiskey he had ordered, his favorite liquor to relax with.
OOC: sorry for the short post, can't really think of anything else.
Noah sighed as he took a seat in the bar, he had just come back from a mission evident from the cut covered with a bandage on his cheek, needless to say, you never attack a Graug in hand to hand combat, well that is unless your a six and a half foot tall and built like a wookiee, like Noah was, minus the hair. Sighing once more, Noah reached down and took a swig of Corellian whiskey he had ordered, his favorite liquor to relax with.
OOC: sorry for the short post, can't really think of anything else.