Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150312065244

Raytheon was really, really glad he was wearing full platemail. While most people thought he wasn't interested in women due to his camp behavior and not so masculine looks, in fact, the opposite was quite true. The platmail made it uncomfortable, but not unbearable, to have a stiff one.

The horse was trotting along at a leisurely pace. Raytheon was in no hurry to finish the mission. More important was to look out for enemies. They already faced one attack. By calculations, there were at least six more rival groups. He just wasn't in the mood to fight one now.

Raytheon forced a smile and said "ok, pretty lady, if you see more baddies like just now, don't hesistate. If you don't neutralize them, they will cat scratch your face till you die, so ummm ... Give it your best shot. You don't want to become ugly, do you?"

(Heh, safe for now, dun worry)