Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5543592-20160722001304

"You think they will take me down?"

"Yeah, you're slow.  The fat ones always go first."

"Look I have some food around here that I was gonna sell but I can give you some...if you want it."

"I ask for you help?" Randall replied, wondering what this guy's game was. He didn't trust people, as a rule, and well-learned one from growing up on the street. Especially not heavily armed men who appeared out of the blue. They tended to be bad news more often than not, and Randall didn't take any chances, so he usally ended up putting a knife in their neck.

He stepped forward from the wall, into the cave proper, hands on his dagger. He canted his head at the man, sizing him up. He was big, but Randall had killed bigger and tougher. They didn't look so tough once you'd stabbed them a few times.

"What do you want?"