Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140707020100/@comment-24416658-20141113033506

Tanner shrugged, moving his hand along the wall as he walked. When he pulled his hand back, it was coated with a film of orange dust.

"It's the knight," he said, wiping the dust off on his pants, "He's always got that sense of following the 'damsel in distress' and the like. I don't really get it, seein' as to how we got us a lady back home. No offense meant, miss, but y'all ain't really my type."

Cowboy, dost thou wisheth to ridicule myself?

Yeah, you big nincompoop.