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Deep tone. Kerg, a heavily armed Krogan, shifts his gaze across the tavern in a concerned but resigned movement of his scaly head.
"Where is this?" His voice sounds like growling, but his tone is confusion and wonder.
He has weapons, but they are stowed on his person. While he is dressed and armed like he is the middle of a covert and possibly violent mission, his movement and speech is like a man wondering in a dream. The entire scene was surreal to Kerg. He is rummaging through his memory for an explanation for his situation like a college student rummaging through his closet for his class notes.
In an almost daze like state, Kerg starts to plod to the fireplace like a man walking in heavy gear after coming inside from a bitter storm.
Deep tone. Kerg, a heavily armed Krogan, shifts his gaze across the tavern in a concerned but resigned movement of his scaly head.
"Where is this?" His voice sounds like growling, but his tone is confusion and wonder.
He has weapons, but they are stowed on his person. While he is dressed and armed like he is the middle of a covert and possibly violent mission, his movement and speech is like a man wondering in a dream. The entire scene was surreal to Kerg. He is rummaging through his memory for an explanation for his situation like a college student rummaging through his closet for his class notes.
In an almost daze like state, Kerg starts to plod to the fireplace like a man walking in heavy gear after coming inside from a bitter storm.