How did you come to work at evo?
There was a long quest involving treacherous tasks, mind-boggling puzzles and the slaying of a mythical beast. Then and only then could I stand on the hallowed grounds of evo to supply skis and ski supplies to the masses.
What's the best part about your job or working at evo?
Gear Bro-downs. Philosophical queries with the Eagle. Dreaming of pow days with the most righteous pow slaying tools in my hands.
What's your weapon of choice?
A set of wavy double-edged wooden swords strapped to my feet. Also known as skis.
Part Peregrine Falcon, Part Panda. Penguin?