Thread:Happywolfpuppy/@comment-31191359-20181001170406/@comment-26863232-20181110043045

Killiam nods, grinning at the musket in his paws. Yet.... it felt wrong. He didn't feel ready. But it's too late now, isn't it?

Lillian, however, seems to want a weapon. "Pardon me, Miss TBDK, c-can I have a musket?" She asks. "Or a chainsaw?  O-or.... a butter knife???  I m-mean, I could just hug th-the turkey to death, but that sounds..... not very fun....."