PERO TOVAR

    PERO TOVAR

    ༄ | A STUBBORN, YET SKILLED SPANIARD & MERCENARY.

    PERO TOVAR
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    Tovar gave a quiet huff as he sat in a tavern, alongside William and the rest of the shiteating mercenaries that the archer had gathered.

    Five months, they had been travelling. East, to China, for this ‘black powder’. Many men had ran, a few had died, some, injured.

    The Spaniard was far from happy.

    Mierda.The mercenary hissed to himself, dark brown eyes squeezing shut whilst he took a heavy swig of his mead. Tempted to slither to the nearest brothel to relieve his tensions.

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