Dunno who ye're been talkin', homes, but the Reaver Merc. Co. ain't just for drinkin' and partyin'.
We also break stuff and we get the occasional heads.
*Smokes*
So ye get yer ass to the Blood Money, so that me, Copper and the rest can have a proper look at ya.
Then we'll decide. If you're in, cool. If, not, the exit will be by the airlock.
*Smirks*
So long bubba. Silver.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop