Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180602223421/@comment-3293219-20180614204514

The Sheriff had a bow and arrow at the ready, with a grenade attatched to it.

-

The Archer waggled her fingers.

"There, hands." She shrugged, indifferently.

"Now can you put your gun down? I'm here to talk about Harriot."