Buddy J.

@scribbles

Aw! That’s really cool. How do you think you might escape solitude… That is if you want to.

@scribbles

What was the fella’s name (I had a red head marry my sister as well)? Ah… I understand that… Just know that if God wants you to hear something, you will.

@scribbles

Will you build a garden?

@theinconceivable1

There are more… @brandon-miller @andrew @quinn-ofallon @nuetrobolt and a few others. XD but yes, we are the minority. “We few… we happy few… we band of brothers!” (double points for those of you get that quote 😉 )

Thanks! I fall between intermediate and advanced. I took the test when I joined SE and got intermediate. I…[Read more]

@brandon-miller

What’s your biggest fear?

@graceabounds2129

((No worries:))

@brandon-miller

Did something happen as a child? Something bad that made you want to reverse evil?

@brandon-miller, You think I’d tell you where I slink back to? Pfft, no… besides, who knows what might be listening, ready to strike… everyone ignores the clues. And why am I so confident that no one can find me? Why not? No one can possibly know the Lowers well enough. You ask about my blackness, but really you see nothing. Do you even notice…[Read more]

@scribbles

Oh! That’s nice. Hey… do you know anyone with red hair? Also… What’s your greatest fear?

@brandon-miller

Does helping calm your mind, clearing it, making it confident?

@scribbles

Do you have any family east?

@brandon-miller

Oh man… How do you handle that? Coffee shops?

@brandon-miller

Have you ever seen battle?

@scribbles

Well that’s a good way of thought!

How many siblings do you have?

@scribbles

Maybe try speaking with them some day.

Do you remember the east?

@scribbles

Why go into geology? Wouldn’t it be better to be a lawyer like your dad?

@rolena-hatfield

Family? Does the old hobo have family? Ha!

@scribbles, ((It was my understanding that the Character Board is open to all guilds, but Rillumen is hosting it… Or something like that))

@missfaeriekaiti

A girl! His hand relaxes, letting her go, but stops before turning around to walk away. My coffee? 

Taking it with one hand, he puts the other against his forehead in salute, before dropping it to speak:

“Miss… next time call out to me.” His voice, though not deep, is hard, battle worn, far from soft. And so he turns ar…[Read more]