Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5543592-20191023004225

Harriot could spot the campfire she had left Wilkes at. They were close.

"Red God pleased.  Big think, big think the treasures she make us." Little Bleed was gushing, starting to scratch himself in his excitement.

"Reek till, nuck!"  Bloodruck snapped at him, not wanting Harriot to know what they were planning. "Speak without."