Liz: -grabs some branches and wood and sets in in a pile- camp firers usually cheer me up.-blows fire at pile and sits near it-
Kaitlyn: umm I'm very terribly sorry but your friend is dead. Gets on her horse and rides to the inn.
Sighla: *walks along following him feeling like a dog* Torrance: that's it. I'm going out. *makes my way to the door* Kitsue: *smiles and laughs* no prob
Kaityln: looks out the window and sees Oliver. Oh my g- rushes out there and picks him up. What are you doing!