Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-31749612-20170601234816

''Whiskey whinced at pain when Benvolio stitched him arm, but managed to stay calm. He soon stood up and walked over to Mek and picked him up, carrying him on over his shoulder.''

"Where... Where do we go?" ''He soon realized that they were lost... Way lost... "Why did he do that? He knew what would could've happened!" He thought as he looked at Benvolio. "Jesus christ... My fault again." He continued to think as he closed his eyes for a moment, soon opening them again.''