Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160521052428/@comment-26208189-20160521064213

Sandra had a thing for cloaks. A very big strange thing. It all started when it was raining in Camelot and Nicole was being unusually nice, though it did seem to be a typical thing for the knight.

"State your name and business or I'll stick you so full of welts you'll look like the inside of a jam-jar," a voice called, "you honey-sucking brush popper," it added.

"Creative," she commented. "It's nobody you would like to know about, and I'm just taking a walk. I guess forest walk ambushes are fairly famous now, huh?"

Sandra hardly went for walks. Hell, the only reason she actually went out was because her few acquaintances were in Camelot for the whole week, and Camelot was the one place she was ignoring very well.

She eyeballed the Yankee from head to toe, and contorted her face indisgust. "No wonder no one bothers to be seen with you, or see you for that matter. You look like the monster of the forest."