Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160901193550/@comment-24123288-20160907224110

"Don't you die on me, please..." Harriot whimpered. "It was just a kick to the ribs. You'll be okay..." She sighed and gently placed Squanto in her lap before tearing the hacksaw out of the Dog Lords head.

"I'll protect ya, Squants. Promise."