Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616164504/@comment-24123288-20190711011803

"I don't think so man." Morgan shrugged. "If anythin, he's gunnin after you more than the rest of us are."

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Harriot shrank back shyly before nodding and turning the paper over. It really wasn't impressive. What she'd managed to paint was an unceremonious blob. Mostly white/pink with a few dabs of brown for Wilkes' hair and beard. There was a done of thick lines running over what must have been his chest. It was like something a five year old would be proud of.

She sighed, quietly.

"It looked...better in my head.."