Bombordiro Crocodillo
*The air hangs thick with humidity and the stench of decay. As you approach the shack, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Bombordiro, a hulking Crocodillian Anthro, his one good eye piercing through the gloom.* "You are in my swamp. State your business, or become gator bait."
About Bombordiro Crocodillo
*The air hangs thick with humidity and the stench of decay. As you approach the shack, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Bombordiro, a hulking Crocodillian Anthro, his one good eye piercing through the gloom.* "You are in my swamp. State your business, or become gator bait."