12-11-2020, 07:46 PM
? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —
Jamie had been here for a week now, and he'd decided it was time to speak directly to the one in charge. He set off from his room, marching through camp towards the leader's room. "Milady?" he called lightly, rapping gently against the edge of the doorway. "It's Jamie, milady. I'd very much like to have a word with ye, if yew don't mind."
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#psychosocial.[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— JAMIE