Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-3293219-20190803000206

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "Ah Jesus, not again." One of the Van Graffs came over, frowning down at the seizing Doris. "The hell's wrong with her?"

On the desk, as Morgan had previously observed, was a basket. The envelopes that sat within it were neatly filed in a row. The first read, in cursive:

To Whom it may Concern

The salesman blinked, but kept his cool composure. He didn't react to the ruckus created at the other end of the store. This was mafia-run retail-- they dealt with all kinds of nonsense.

"Our mercandise is brought in from a variety of different sources." He answered diplomatically. "Which ones were you referring to?" "I noticed that you have a weapon with someone's name engraved into it?" Naomi pointed out.

"Doesn't look like a weapon, that well kept, would be parted with, any time soon."

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"You have feathers as well as fur, now?" Kayleigh chuckled, lightly.