Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-24012109-20170118011453

*cough wheeze* "Eurgh, sure is bright out here, in the middle of nowhere."

He wasn't the type for it, but Dougal Hargrave recieved an interesting request that fancied his style. Intrigued, he did not expect being put on an island. Tropical, but unusual for his character, he moved along with a small cloud of smoke following him. Weapon and general lightsource over his shoulder.

It took some time to get here since the location was fairly unspecific, but he arrived. More notably, the last of the party. It was certainly a colorful group of characters, and he took note that he was probably the most grey of them all. Walking upto the lounging contractor, he wafted away his semblance's smoke and cleared his throat so he could actually say something.

"Gourdo Gillian, correct? The one with the rather eccentric request descriptions? I am Dougal Hargrave, just an ordinary gravedigger.", he said with dull look in his eye and a rather sharp-toothed grin.

"I can still smell the fragrance of still-fading Grimm around. That said, What are w-", he broke off before coughing into his elbow, letting out a puff of smoke hiding his head.