Meinkraft wrote:The High Tatras wrote:A tall, lanky, pale man in labourer's clothing covered in grime and grit enters the bar. He walks with an oversized wrench. The man purchases a stein of pilsner and sits down at an empty table.
"Hi mister! How're ya doin? When did you get here? Do you know who I am?" Damion said, in one breath, walking to the table.
"Guten tag. I am the High Tatras. I just got here and I have no idea who you are, but I think I am doing just fine at the moment."



