Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170331014958

Morty mewwed at the mention of her name.

"It's protocal, miss, please don't interfere." As he was patting her down, his thumb brushed something. His hand hesitantly strayed to her butt, which he uncomfortably prodded, feeling the outline of a slim pistol hidden there.

"Seriously." The Knight muttered in disbelief. He stepped back, lifting his rifle to aim at the small of her back. "Remove the firearm from your trousers and drop it on the ground.  Slowly." He ordered her, not question in his voice. He was prepared to shoot.