[ As Harley is attempting to introduce herself to someone, from behind she might feel the approach of a very large, possibly familiar seven foot tall creature... ]
Har-ley... ?
[ His voice rumbles deep in question. In place of his colorful golf shorts, Nanaue sports a rough-looking kilt with a large pocket pouch. The leather is stained dark in places, with what she might rightfully assume is old blood splatter. Some locals stop to stare nervously, but many more seem oddly acquainted with the sight of him.
If she turns, his hand is raised in excited greeting. ]
!!! nocwich!!
Har-ley... ?
[ His voice rumbles deep in question. In place of his colorful golf shorts, Nanaue sports a rough-looking kilt with a large pocket pouch. The leather is stained dark in places, with what she might rightfully assume is old blood splatter. Some locals stop to stare nervously, but many more seem oddly acquainted with the sight of him.
If she turns, his hand is raised in excited greeting. ]
Hi, friend!