Aug 1, 2014
Necrotic Ne'er-do-well (necro-commando)
Ramirez heard the door to his blacksmith's shop open. "Come in! I'll be right with you!"
He was working on a sword for a film in America and was putting the finishing touches on it. He put a little more polish on the handle-less blade and washed his hands.
He stopped as soon as he saw the man in front of him- being a Spirit himself, Ramirez could sense the aura of death around the leather-clad man sitting in his shop. Nevertheless, he composed himself.
"What can I do for you?" Ramirez asked