WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, Sheriff of Nottingham WHEN: Saturday WHERE: Dungeon WHAT: Dungeon shit WARNINGS: TBA but torture
By the time Tuck had been standing for fifteen hours, he was fairly sure he was going to collapse. Of course he had been sure of that for the last several hours, but the issue was becoming more and more critical, along with something else.
"Will," Tuck said weakly, his voice gravelly from sustained shouting and now, terrible thirst, "I'm gonna piss myself," he grumbled. "And then I'm going to fall down."