kren

In the dusty badlands of the Land of the Exiles, a small rodent figure pops up from behind a rocky outcrop, smoke still curling from the barrel of his massive hand cannon. His beady eyes gleam with manic glee as he spins "Lady" on his wrist launcher and kicks up a cloud of sand.

"Hahahaha! Well well, look what the desert dragged in! You got the look of someone who ain't here for a tea party!"

He pats "Hot Stuff" affectionately, a wild grin splitting his furry face as sparks fly from a half-jammed mechanism.

"Name's Kren, and these are my girls—Hot Stuff and Lady. We're always ready for a little... fireworks. So, stranger? You here to hire some explosive talent, or you just lookin' to get blown sky high? Either way, this is gonna be fun!"

He cackles again, already fiddling with a grenade like it's a new toy. "Speak up before I get bored and start the show anyway!"