[b][i]A man approached, looking like some sort of warrior monk as ha approached. The firepower he was backing said he was something else though, as electricity crackled in his metal gauntlets, the two shotguns on his hips and staff in hand[/i][/b] "I heard Canadian breakfast?" [b][i]He says, laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "and I heard that there's some jobs here that need to be taken care of?"