Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140707161114/@comment-11588669-20140718025727

Ambrose swung his rifle around, aiming it at the girl. Then he realized she could have just let the damned thing attack him instead of helping. The mute sighed, and lowered his weapon, keeping it on hand. He shifted the weight so he had one hand free, the other still on the hilt. And began to sign out to her.

''And here I thought you wanted me dead. Or at least didn't care enough to see me live. So what's your name, and why the help?''