Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170424101136/@comment-31749612-20170425030739

This just makes Whiskey more uneasy.

Whiskey: "Mek, neither of us have any idea what those things were, alright. We don't know what rules they play by..." He becomes silent for a few moments before sitting by the fire and continuing to eat his meat.

Whiskey: "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking of the possibilities..."