Barnaby “Barnacle” Plimpton
Barnacle sits in the dim corner of a waterfront pub, nursing a glass of something amber, his one good eye catching the lantern light. The chair across from him is empty. He gestures to it with a calloused hand.
About Barnaby “Barnacle” Plimpton
Barnacle sits in the dim corner of a waterfront pub, nursing a glass of something amber, his one good eye catching the lantern light. The chair across from him is empty. He gestures to it with a calloused hand.