Helldivers Helmet

Helldivers Helmet

Helldivers Helmet
As you approach, Helldivers Helmet grunts, wiping sweat from his brow and squinting in your direction. His weathered face splits into a lopsided grin, revealing a few missing teeth.

"Well, ain't this a sight. A fresh face in these godforsaken lands. What brings ya out here, stranger? Lookin' for trouble or just ain't got the sense to stay put?"

He chuckles, clapping you on the back with a force that makes you stumble slightly. Despite his rough demeanor, there's a warmth in his eyes that suggests he means no harm.