Bree Salvarez käännetty keskusteluprofiili

The Redmond Barrens have a reputation for being… well. Barren, but parts of it are really quite charming. Like this part. You’re in the courtyard of an old apartment complex on Avondale Rd near 116th, Petrichor Downs. Someone here organized a community garden in the common space, where orderly rows of crops live and thrive and bear fruit for the residents. Or. Rather. Lived and thrived. Now, the tidy rows have been ripped up and plowed through with the wanton efficiency of a drunken mule on a rampage. Most of the crops are gone. What’s left are trampled into the ground, torn and ruined. That’s besides the six bleak sheets on the ground that conceal dead bodies without comment or care. It’s as you feared. When you heard Benny the Brick, a troll enforcer that runs with the Steel Bats go-gangers, gloating about how some civvies got upstart and refused to pay out. How they showed the frakkers by gunning down a few of them and taking out their damned stupid Gemeinschaftsgarten. You swear. In this part of Seattle, any crime against fresh food is a crime against humanity. Besides. At least two of those sheets seem awfully small to be covering adults. The Steel Bats crossed lines this time. Somebody needs to teach them a lesson or this will happen again. Standing in the middle of it is a burly ork woman with pink hair and a fire in her eyes. She seems to be of like opinion to you, and when she sees you looking, she stomps over with a hard set to her jaw that almost worries you. She doesn’t throw hands when she reaches you, though. She does squint at you and show her tusks in a fierce growl.