Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180327150923

Sir James groaned, his back now against the door, head in his hands, overwhelmed with failure. He was going to die. A terrible way, to go down without a fight. He took a moment of silence before helping himself up to a few more hits to the door.

"I can't...but I found these. I brought them along so they could protect us if we learn how to use them. Or we could sell them for other goods," Orville stated.