Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-25414246-20150206152801

Thomas looked back at his arrows. By his calculations they were twenty four. He then started to lower/fasten his pace to go beside Medea's.

"So. Medea; what would you name my 'pet'?" Thomas asked.

"Pet? Pet! I'm no pet. Show me you're fingers bastard" Claw said to Thomas.