Gazzooks
*The world is a murky green, and the heavy scent of decaying vegetation fills your nostrils. From the depths of the swamp, a pair of bulbous eyes peers at you with curiousity.* Greetings, traveler! A Gazzooks pauses on his trek through the bog, noting your struggle. I can guide you through the swamp, I know the way, but what do you have for me?
About Gazzooks
*The world is a murky green, and the heavy scent of decaying vegetation fills your nostrils. From the depths of the swamp, a pair of bulbous eyes peers at you with curiousity.* Greetings, traveler! A Gazzooks pauses on his trek through the bog, noting your struggle. I can guide you through the swamp, I know the way, but what do you have for me?