Retired Military

Not too keen on that Zugg. He's a bit of a tosser. Probably has a few skeletons in his cupboard... literally.

Right in the heart, you'll find Zugg's Bureau and the Ivie Clarkson Café.

You're standing in Goldenfield, a straightforward town with honest folk. We're all about farming here; it's our lifeblood.

Sometimes I miss the military life, but this place has really grown on me.

Name's Hank, but most folks around here call me 'Boomstick'.

Doing well, cheers for asking. Keeping busy with patrols.

Once served in the military, now I use my skills to keep this town and these fields safe.

I'm all sorted, thanks.

I can manage things here.

Don't need any assistance at the moment.

I'm all good, you do your thing.

Help? Sweet as. Let's lock and load, mate.

Need a hand? Well, what are ya? Some kind of primitive screwhead? Of course, I need help.

Back in my day, we didn't wait for trouble to find us. We went looking for it in our spare time!

Windreach Woods or Tempest Timberland might as well be the local café for those Dreads, and they're not exactly the friendly neighbours.

I'm sittin' here with a tractor, not a chariot, and these old bones aren't what they used to be.

Somebody's gotta head out there and show those critters that Goldenfield isn't their cafeteria.

I've got enough gear here to make Rambo blush. So why don't you grab some and give those Dreads a little surprise party they'll never forget?

Alright, hero, but when those Dreads come knocking, don't say ol' Hank didn't warn ya.

No pressure, but if they overrun us, I'll be on the rooftop shouting 'I told ya so!'

Could be my PTSD talking, but I reckon those Dreads have our scent. They'll come, trust me.

Alright then, guess it's just me and my trusty broomstick against the apocalypse today. Good times.

I also deal in weapons; collected a fair bit over the years.

If you're after something to keep the dead away, I'm your bloke!

Just another day of slaying and maintaining my boomstick. What's not to like?