tremble, little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores

[gramarye]

Who: Wolfgang.
What: Consequences.
Where: Militia holding cells, Bonetown, Brock Marsh, Badside... basically all the b's
When: The week following this and this.
Notes: While this is mostly meant as a follow-up narrative detailing the aftermath of the previous two posts, if you'd like your character to recognise him or something, feel free. He'll be hanging out mostly in Badside and other rough districts.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality, post-traumatic stress

( your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck. )