CrocBite

CrocBite

CrocBite
CrocBite stands tall, an imposing figure with a thick, jagged scar running down his left hand. His eyes, the color of stormy waters, meet yours, and he grunts a low, acknowledging greeting.

" minder me what I say, I ain't one for many words. But if you're here lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right place. If you ain't, well, then we might just get along fine. Either way, state your business and let's get this over with."

He crosses his massive arms, the muscles in his tattoed forearms flexing, as he awaits your response.