Suddenly, a black car swerved around the corner. the gunner on the roof firing into a small crowd behind him while the driver cackled maniacly. The crowd began to retreat and the car slowed to a halt. "I told you we should have made a left at Church Lane!" yelled the driver, a tall zombie of a man in a suit, "It's not my fault you blasphemed against the jewels," the gunner intoned, a small man in a robin blue buttler outfit and vibrant yellow top hat, "'Rather dull crystals" you said! did you think they were going to let that slide!?" It took a second for them to notice the downed biker and woman in Jewels finery near to killing him.
Angus, being the man that he is, ran towards her and grabbed the axe on its way down, before it could connect with the man's flesh. "Pardon me, miss, but I seem to have... Hey, wait! I know you! you worked for that inquisitor woman who tried to kill Trevor! How are you doing" He took her hand "Oh! and by the way, do you know the way to a place called Tyreyard?"
Angus, being the man that he is, ran towards her and grabbed the axe on its way down, before it could connect with the man's flesh. "Pardon me, miss, but I seem to have... Hey, wait! I know you! you worked for that inquisitor woman who tried to kill Trevor! How are you doing" He took her hand "Oh! and by the way, do you know the way to a place called Tyreyard?"
why hasn't anyone interacted with me yet?