Here we go!

He scoffs. "Such friviloty has no place in the lives of a Queen's Ranger. I am a warrior, not some aristocrat whose only worry is of the superficial variety."

why are there bodies in the water. do you recognize them

//to mod: why hello there! i am so sorry for the blatant scp reference

"Do you expect me to keep track of every rebel scum I have put out of their misery? Of course not." He spits, though Simcoe is visibly on edge, his eyes quickly darting away from the large expanse of water to dry land. Only then do his shoulders relax, and the usual nonchalance of his voice returns.

- 🐈

(// hi mod you seem very cool... you're cooking!!)

You know he is just confused. Simcoe is uncertain what to say, two posts in. You should be proud of yourself.

Or are you taking that name to the grave. Ya see what I did there?

— Culper Sr.

@ask-abraham-woodhulll

He does not answer, merely watches as though a hawk encircling its prey as he sips on a glass of Madeira.