Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150716101121/@comment-11163511-20150717130212

"Samuel Burton Gulliver, at your service." Sam gave Quinn a gentle bow. "And I guess I'm somewhat the crazy medic with a cutlass, then." He added as to mock Scythe's announcement of his title. "Show off!" Sam muttered, doubting it's even the blonde dude's real title.

"Of course, Murphy's Law is prevelant in wild and unexplored places like this. The perfect place for a criminal hideout, if there shall be one. Exactly why I am currently working on the map of this forest. After her own reaction to the situation, I guess that poacher is a figure to look out for. Pretending like she didn't hear Quinn's scream and using magic for a quick escape. Typical liar, cause' what kind of lumberjack doesn't go chopping a tree near the last but go poof somewhere else?"

Something's wrong with this poacher, at least that was what he thought of Shirley. Using an unsuitable tool and vanishing? Maybe she wasn't even poacher, for not many trees were cut or were there any animals killed at the scene.

"If she were trying to kill anyone who caught her poaching, she would have done it while she had the chance. Maybe she wasn't even here for the goods, maybe the true prize was Quinn all along! She wanted Quinn, solely Quinn."