Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170128015631

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The girl seemed to be more attentive now and at Timothy's prodding, she analyzed the soldier. The flash colours of his uniform and coat of arms seemed to appeal to her, because she didn't cower anymore.

"Right we will, young lady.  Cause are good people.  Right and proper they are.  Would've joined up with them myself if my father didn't insist I join the Hand.  Easier life, living on Mercer Island.  Cause, well, they live for their work.  Don't think I'd have lasted long with them, to be honest."

The ghoul turned his head in Duncan's direction, and the man could finally hear what he was muttered.

"Prophecypropheyprophecyprophecyprophecy..." Over and over again, like a mantra. His pure white eyes suddenly locked on Duncan's face in a frighteningly intense gaze. He glanced around and saw Duncan and Rick.

"Two." He whispered.

He turned to look at Deaphanie and her siblings. He counted, then seemed to freeze.

"Four." He said, then repeated it. "Four."

He looked at the forks and pointed at them. "Four."