Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Rye: This is too precise for human construction. *runs his fingers along the seams*

Bradhoc: *walking down the hall with Rye* You said you had eyes on me? At all times?

Rye: *laughs* Not me, personally. But when messes happen... *dark look at Bradhoc* I'm called to clean them up.

Bradhoc: Ah.

Rye: Hmmmmmmm? *sees a strange door, stops and opens it to a full walk-in magical freezer* What is this? *looks inside, where it is totally stocked up with meat*

Bradhoc: *uncomfortable* Food.