Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180107055645/@comment-30014014-20180108162111

''David now had about 6 red vials that could be labelled as health potions, the maximum he was able to make using the least of his raw material. He was dry now and needed to go scavenge when he'd get the chance. His ears were all in for the story, waiting until the end. His voice bounces from the corner where he sits, away form the group'' "So wait, did she kill him? I am not sure".