Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150611034612

"Frick the squirrel." He retorted instantly. "Couldn't care less."

He paused.

"I'm... under observation. I've been chilling in the bunker until..."

That was out loud.

"Grimn." He spat, realizing his error. Well, the girl had made it this far. She must have a little bit of... spunk to her if she came out here alone on a whim.

He ought to test that theory out.

There was a slight pause before he rigidly unsheathed his blade, a Scottish weapon, basket-hilted and broad. He lifted it to her abdomen.

"Give me your name and a taste of your sword and we'll keep talking."