Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-27666783-20191122085432

Nightfall and a windy rain was a steady aid to Chenguang's 'Ding' meditiation, perched inside of a cattle stable just outside of the gatehouse. Whatever profane substance that plagued her drink ignited a 'false estrous' cycle with the sudden chemical shift in her body. The steady monotone wash as the rain touched the ground, the distant howl, the cool air, it helped suppress the wanton fire that all Jinko know intimately. Only the heaving groans of Bertram were able to reach her thoughts, forcefully evacuating his stomach on the outer porch cover of the stable. Certainly not the smoothest of ways to mediate poisons to the body, but Bertram had consumed far more of the tainted contents. Eventually, Bertram returns with a shuffled crouch and sitting next to the wall.

"Your not well enough to travel in good weather much less now," Chenguang says, "He is right, we will have to stay here."

"With our poisoner?" Bertram slurs, Chenguang could see through the night him fading in out of consciousness.

"With our poisoner. We cannot hope to make any headway when you can't even walk."

Bertram scowls, "Problem with Vampires is that they only offer you things if they can gain something from i-"

"And we should take him up on the offer." She interjects, earning a conceding sigh from her brother.

"Alright, fine. Help me up."