Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181009232442/@comment-3293219-20181106235452

"That fella was one of us and we want him back!" The Elder Daniel snapped, raising his gun.

"I knew you people were a few minutes shy of the whetstone but Christ..."

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Hamilton emerged from the interrogation chambers, he'd created, loosely holding a burned tool that was no longer recognisable. It looked like smithing tongues, that hung loosely by his side as he made his way through the hallways, the blood from his Q&A buddy heavily stained his shirt and hands, small droplets ran off of his finger tips.