Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170203214410/@comment-5543592-20170207222115

Randall glanced over at Wilkes finally, when the man gave him an order, and looked him up and down impassively, before obviously writing him off, and turning back to Shiv.

"What did you make them out of?" He asked her again of the spears. Randall's way of speaking was a dry, slow timbre, which seemed to resonate out of his chest. It was like he'd gotten something stuck in his throat, and never'd bothered to clear it.

Jack had already gone to the kitchen.