Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>6083095>>6084096Bed Dragon elegantly rolled away from the crippled mech and circled into the shop with his hands behind the back holding the blowtorch. With all the "snow" covering the merc from head down to each individual wheel, one of the lobotomite locals could actually confuse him for a swan.
Once inside, Bed Dragon began assessing the workshop contents to decide what he should start working on.
>Rolling for secret doors to blowtorch>Requesting the workshop results from before 