Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-3293219-20160822225513

"No, no... I spread his word, not our faith." The man explained, twitching his moustache. The man was quite aged, probably in his fifties, though his hair was still orange. He slowly drew a small book from his back pocket and cleared his throat, getting ready to 'spread his word.'

"Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The Ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent." He said, closing the book, pausing as if he was expecting something.

McGill paused, wrinkling his nose before glancing over to Harriot, wondering if she was supposed to know...