Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151018170016/@comment-27260597-20151021110214

"Oh please, wouldn't you do a favor for a miserable queen? I just want to know where my dear daughter is." The usually imperious queen looked truly sad and looked up at the sky, which was a swirling green chaos. Then she noticed Quinn. "As long as she hasn't gotten bandersnatch rabies, she'll be fine." The queen shuffled a few decks of cards from her pocket and also pulled out a butter knife, which she proceeded to take from a plant sprouting butter. Within a minute, a stretcher was done, and quite sturdy too.