Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180514211744/@comment-3293219-20180525184435

"Either way, it matters not. We just keep our distance now." The Scribe shrugged, indifferently.

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"His was metal." The Mayor pointed out, with a faint smile as she leant back.

"Quite resistant too."

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The lock was dented but not completely destroyed, the gunshot was rather loud and was more than likely to draw in attention.

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"You look almost as tired as I am." Tamannaah sighed, laying back.