Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5543592-20160718191451

"You don't have caps, don't lie to me." Randall said dismissively, but he didn't seem offended. Where Randall came from, lying was second nature. Hell, it was instinct.

"But I'm certain there's something you can reward me with, once you're in charge." He agreed. He doubted she would betray him, not that she was cowardly, but she seemed too good-natured for that.

"Alright, I'm hooked." He said simply. "Getting bored of shitting it out here anyway." He untied the top of the waterskin, took a deep drink from it, and then handed the thing to Martha, figuring she was thirsty.

"Tell me what I need to know about your prince." The convict said, sitting down on the rock alongside her. "He like your husband or something?"