--- Long Crackfist. Doggo Owner ---
Long quickly picked the bed over in the far right corner and dumped his gear at the foot of the bed before whistling softly. Bonesworth, or more casually, Boney, his new familiar plodded over and slumped down beside him, ready to act like the beast he truly was. A glorified pillow. Long lent back ready to relax when…
"Alright, we're properly alone now. What's our secret evil plan," asked Trevor only for Cleavor to respond be smacking him in the back of the head.
"Firstly, if we were to have any evil plan we wouldn't announce it WHILE IN THYME'S BASE" hissed Greaves, the other Brightaxe sister. "And secondly, don't even tempt fate like that. We paid a lot of money for our gear. We paid a lot of money for YOU. And a lot of people are already annoyed at that. If people think we're up to even shadier shit we'll never hear the end of it,"
