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Krolik
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Kreig cocked an eyebrow before he put out his cigar and stood to his full intimidating height. At six foot four and two hundred pounds, give or take, the old man kept himself in shape, his bulk wide and well cut across his frame. "Look boy, I've hunted things outta your nightmares since before you could walk. Ya wanna go then sure we can fight but neither of us is gonna be commin out of it pretty in any sense of the word ya got me?" He said keeping his voice level as his fists clenched "So instead of throwing down and ruin'in this pretty little place why don't ya calm down and get the one I am suppose'ta be seein." The older man pulled out a note and rattled off the address of the restaurant, not wanting to reveal too much to the lad but taking a leap of faith. "Besides I wouldn't wanna waste the time fightin you when I could better use it huntin wolfs through these here city streets. I am pest control as some would say, and Robert is to." He let the statement linger as he reached into his jacket pocket, wrapping his fist around a pair of silver knuckle dusters, if the boy was going to attack, to hell with fightin fair.