Bramblepoint Black Hat, here to make your most wicked thoughts come to life!

@Vengeance @Radar

Backdated ~2 weeks because BH's threads took a while, so this is shortly after he & Radar meet.

After giving his leg some time to rest, Black Hat was off again. Remembering Okeanos' instructions, he sought out some kind of herb to put on his wound in order to prevent an infection. Seeing as every other neck of the woods in this damned place was claimed, he had little choice but to return to the bramble forest, now with a partner in tow. He grumbled as they trudged through the irritating tangle of thorns and branches, just about fed up with his ongoing stream of rotten luck that extended far beyond the reaches of these wilds. He was confident his fortune would turn around upon coming here, and being immediately proven utterly wrong made him more sour than a rotten lime.

Having his leg get caught on the umpteenth bramble set him off, and he snapped at it with a piercing snarl, yanking it away with a jerk of his head. The thorns dug into his palate, but Black Hat was too tired to care. Those infinitesimal pricks were nothing compared to the pain he'd experienced in his lifetime. Beads of his blood pooled onto his tongue, and he lapped at the wound absentmindedly as he continued on through the forest with the most repugnant scowl on his face, praying the appropriate herb would show itself soon before he really lost it.