Christopher Chamberlain stepped into the shop nonchalantly. Looking to the pair of people that weren't Gex, he nodded. One of them looked very familiar, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
He turned to Gex, and waved.
"Evening, sir. I heard you do commissioned machinery."
His voice was comparable to a refined English accent. The words were evidently carefully chosen, and he made the effort to ensure that they flowed like velvet. It was all about the execution for him.
He turned to Gex, and waved.
"Evening, sir. I heard you do commissioned machinery."
His voice was comparable to a refined English accent. The words were evidently carefully chosen, and he made the effort to ensure that they flowed like velvet. It was all about the execution for him.