Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-3293219-20161103192553

"You've ceiled your own death warrent." The Copper Toe growled, drawing his pistol and stepping into the other corner of the room, just out of the Ranger's line of sight.

"You'll die before they get here."

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"We've already done that, this is like the last piece in the puzzle. It's going to end with a nice big, pretty picture of the Dog Lords piled up, a huge mountain of corpses." Casamir said, with a smile.

"Then you lot can have a place in our society, provided that you ever shoot one of my men without good reason, ever again."