Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170512203542/@comment-31749612-20170513183327

Whiskey continued to stand there, trying to think of how to communicate to the Golem.

''After a long while, he starts to give up until he thought of something. As a last hope, he pointed at the suraface, then back at himself.''

''Whiskey: "Please work..." He thought.''