All right, 'nuff's enough. Some of you may know me, and others not so much. The name's Malcolm, but you can call me Mal. I used to be the Captain of a transport ship, once upon a time and, well, seein' as there ain't n space travel, money's runnin' low and as I got a powerful need to eat, I gotta find myself some kind of workin' to get to. Seein' as
it's gotta be honestI don't have the most varied set of trades in the whole wide world, lets keep this real simple.
I'm a fine courier, takin' things from point A to point B is kinda what I do and, while I understand that there's a post office in town, if you can't be bothered to make the run and just need somethin' delivered real quick, you just go ahead and give a shout. We'll figure out payment and then you can consider the job good and done. That bein' said, of the fine eateries in town are in need of deliverin' folk, that works too.
( Filtered away from all legal types and law enforcement. )Lookin' forward to workin' for you fine and colorful folk real soon.